I hate to admit,
And it’s gone but I still need it,
The lyrics describe it seamlessly,
“Our love was comfortable and so broken in”,
you never said you didn’t still feel the same,
I’m too afraid to ask,
Why am I dwelling on the chance?
I should have moved on,
But I’m certainly unsure,
I wish it wasn’t so calloused,
This art I’ve created,
Of losing and then penitence,
Initiation is a task you avoid altogether,
I’ll let you go as soon as my loneliness subsides.