this wasnt supposed to be external
but it seems ive made a mess
this wasnt meant to be special
now its nagging me: confess
dont talk to me
i could improvise solutions
and i could try to reframe
until im left with your admission
that im not all there is to blame
i could lie to be gentle
we will never be the same
the more adamant i am that its the surface
the more the walls begin to flake
dont talk to me
dont talk to me
keeping count
as if the hurt could balance
dont walk with me
your dirty feet are obvious
and how could you brag confidence
a willing keen participant
in rolling waves of incidents
youve made your bed now sleep in it you prince
they wouldve flared out like summer
just some pictures i could keep
your memorys inventive
i wont ever fall asleep
and now im sorry for explaining
how you fucked it up again
now im watching you backpedal
i wasnt supposed to feel ashamed