thank you for teaching me the definition of false.

i know our days are numbered

& soon help will come,

just try to make this work, Dear,

pretend i'm The One.

it's the rain that falls reminding

me i have made my mistakes

and thank you for trying to hide

what i should not take...

& thank you for complying

with all my strange requests

i'll keep this to myself and quiet

the bird singing in my chest.

try to not hate me, Love,

'cause i'll be gone so very soon,

we never lied, sure as hell tried,

but we will never to each other

be True.

ends bends & things that whiskey mends.

i watched a man walk down the road

and he was talking like he was rehearsing

a final goodbye.

i got my things, drank your whiskey

& left the necklace you gave me and drove away.

no plans of answering your call

or your whys,

didn't you know from the start

i was never good at goodbyes?