two days, and six voice memos away
from another heartache
sitting alone in an empty bed,
spent the whole night wide awake
one day, and I am in season two.
a show I don’t even care about
I can’t believe all the things
that came out of her pretty mouth

my body’s a haunted house.
filled with the ghost of the past

can you blame me for it?
how was I supposed to know
I want a do over so I can go before her

I don’t blame her for it.
this is what young girls do
back where I started,
feeling sad and lonely again