I guess it was easy,
to have the words roll off your tongue.
Tell them about us – myself and him.
I hope it brought you peace,
when you told them “I’m happy for her”
when you said “She’s so mature, I’d never live up”
I don’t fucking care.
But I do miss you,
now that you’re scarce,
and I wish,
that just for a day,
we can have just one more evening,
of quiet conversation and easy being,
before I drop out of the race,
and call it quits,
coz I’m tired and guilty,
of lying to home.
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