the days pass
they come and go
conversations die like the fourth of july
sent a message
as you unpacked your luggage
“do i get to see you today”
a few hours
a few showers, a few distractions
a yes
“should i pack a bag”
“let’s see my mood”
the day goes on
who knows
but i did
i know a no
“no, not tonight. i want a good night’s rest”
always an excuse
always emotional abuse
didn’t know when to stop
only when to continue
as i sat in the igloo
waiting for you
when i should’ve gone
when i should’ve stopped the song