Monday morning or Saturday night
it doesn't matter.
All I want to do is die,
no voice to ask me to slow down now.
By the time you see me I'll be another girl
you won't know me, but you'll wish you would.

I say your time is up but we both know
if you ever want to come back
you just need to let me know.
We're not sorry, no. We never were.
We're not broken, just trying to make it through.

I wish I could hate you.
I want to talk to you but then I remember
all that you said the last time
so I just stay here and look at the photos of us

I say your time is up but we both know
if you ever want to come back
you just need to let me know.
We're not sorry, no. We never were.
We're not broken, just trying to make it through.

Is this pride? Is this what it feels like?
When they tell you they're sorry
but they're never going back;
I didn't use to understand that.

/february 2017