Perspective, a Lovely Hand to Hold - Those Few Words

Cynical is what I am when I wake up on Wednesday at 3pm
Getting up slowly and dreading all things that hold me down and wear me in
Stomach sick shaky hands thinking of the times we used to spend in each others heads
Laying down making plans watching other happy peoples lives unfold instead
Let's dance slowly
Burning memories
I guess that I'm to blame
I never should have let you drift away
I should have stayed the same
But it's funny how three years and a mustache will make things change
I took the fall to protect you
I did whatever I could to easy the pain
Fell on my sword to forget you
Just to see if you'd play my game
Nothing much to connect to
I wish I could feel close to anything
Now I'm cold and resentful
The way you were when you made the change
Let's dance slowly
I guess that I'm to blame
I never should have let you drift away
I should have stayed the same
But it's funny how three years and a mustache will make things change
I still feel sick when I'm alone too long
Still can't eat when you show up on my phone
Still can't breathe when our favorite show comes on
When anything starts going wrong
It was a beautiful day when it hurt
Those few words that you choose to disburse
"I can't do this anymore"
Things are worse than they were before

Written by:
Jacob McCabe

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