Curse the weather that brought us together.
And cut the tethers that drag us on.
I shook the sheets to find some sense of “clean,”
but the memories came, that I pissed them all away.
Stared at the floorboards. Kept track of my bed sores
and tried to filter the shit that you say.
You’ll always find a way to block out the sun,
And in the end, you were the waiting one.
Threw out your clothes, your photos, from three stories up.
Gave myself a condition I knew was in my blood.
To the “wronged,” before me, to the “wronged,” before me.
We’re better off this way.
You’ll always find a way to block out the sun,
And in the end, you were the waiting one.
Curse the weather that brought us together.
And cut the tethers that drag us on.

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