So maybe I’m the asshole after all.
But does it even matter at this point?
What the hell else am I supposed to do than get out of the way?
I remeber when I was screaming hurry up and wait for me!
Now I am the one who’s waiting.
I burned these cigarettes an effigy,
I built a fortress out of empty bottles.
I tried so hard,
So hard to just let it go,
To find a way around all of it.
I honestly thought it could just go on the same way as before.
I was wrong.