Those Few Words

Cynical
Is what I am
When I wake up on Wednesday
At 3pm

Getting up
Slowly and
Dreading all things that hold me down
And wear me in

Stomach sick
Shaky hands
Thinking of the times we used to
Spend in each other's heads

Laying down
Making plans
Watching other happy peoples
Lives unfold instead

Let's dance
Slowly
Burning memories

I guess that I am to blame
I never should have let you drift away
I should have stayed the same
But it's funny how three years
And a mustache will
Make things change

I took the fall to protect you
I did what-ever I could
To ease the pain
Fell on my sword to forget you
Just to see if you'd
Play my game
Nothing much to connect to
I wish I could feel
Close to anything
Now I'm cold and resentful
The way you were when
You made the change

Let's dance slowly

I guess that I am to blame
I never should have let you drift away
I should have stayed the same
But it's funny how three years
And a mustache will
Make things change

I still feel sick when I'm alone too long
Still can't eat when you show up on my phone
Still can't breathe when our favorite show comes on
When anything starts going wrong

It was a beautiful day when it hurt
Those few words that you chose to disperse

"I can't do this anymore"
"Things are worse than they were before"