Hindsight
I think we knew we weren’t gonna make it, deep down just never faced it
Maybe a little too much attachment & just too many battles left us breaking
I’m only sad now because I loved you, that was always true
But so many nights in the same bed, too quiet & falling asleep a little too blue.
“Twin flames,” you would call us, & how toxically enchanting it was
“We’ll see,” was always my response. Each time more distant and little more nonchalant.
Too often we just weren’t in sync
& your black guard performance a masterpiece.
I mean, I guess I’ll blame the coke and heroin
These so called little things you were buried in
“Relapse happens,” you said, & I guess who am I to judge.
But if you’re making me choose between me & you then you can’t be the one I love.
