I’ll never get my apology
And by no means can I force her
To do it after all this time
Crow tastes best fresh and anyway
We gotta move toward destiny

My worst case scenario is bearing
Your child in our bed and you make
Your way back to hers, talking of
Your sad kid and wife and “Where
The hell did you go wrong in life?”

It’s all imaginary, untouched, unseen
Yet it feels so real, a punch to the face
It’s hard to erase the time you
Felt the need to choose her over me
But I’m yours now and we’re happy

Why do these feelings still exist
You’ll leave me, another plot twist
How I wasn’t born to be happy
The boy was no good and he left
As intended, I told my first lover:
“Goodbye. I need my heart broken by another.”

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