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?