just because
i never said i loved you
that doesn’t mean i didn’t mean it
but i still turn away
and you are, who?
i can’t answer that because i don’t know you
maybe you’re my dead father
come back to see how i am
i’ll hit you over the head with an urn of my exes ashes
he’s only my ex because he’s gone
and i should’ve known that you’d be gone too
i spend so much time hoping
while you spend so much time leaving
i’m so fucking glad you’re gone
don’t you ever try to come back here.