Baby
You really hurt me
I know you’re fine without me
In fact
Better than ever
Aren’t you?
So I guess I’ll go “home”
To the room called mine
It feels so juvenile
I am empty
I left a piece of myself
In the coolest little capital
Another life left behind
What is home?
I’m so hard to please
I try my best
I know you’re right
I’ll do better on my own
I’m not regretful
I’m just dumbfounded
That my love was as thick as the morning fog
So dense
I couldn’t see through it
I realise now
You were a source of therapy
Twenty four months
Maybe I helped you too
Although
I understand baby
I’m a liability
And at the end of the day
We’re so far off each others pages
That it’s hard to believe
We were ever on the same one
