Set the Table
Our table isn’t set for two
you lost me and I lost you
there are splinters in my wrist
for the night we could’ve kissed
can you feel me slip away
I just couldn’t take another day
so I’m sorry I left
but there’s a letter on a desk
with your name
we would never be on the same
page
and it filled me with a quiet rage
that wasn’t close to poetic
and now I feel pathetic
so I had to leave
before you could make me believe
in those eyes again
we were always meant to end
but maybe you didn’t expect it to be like this
that’s okay, you took a risk
but I’ve gambled my heart
and it’s been torn apart
every fucking time,
and you would never have been mine.