You don't owe me anything I guess
So I'm left shouldering the blame for all these melancholy months I've been depressed
Those nights I turned in early
Most I barely slept
In a room I locked myself inside and stayed
Within arms reach of those who care but too lethargic to accept the offers made
Just wallow in self-pity
Till the room begins to fade
And I'll recall the days I used to say I was so happy here
You don't owe me anything at all
But you should know that I appreciate the courtesy of picking up my calls
It helps to buffer sessions
Of staring at the wall
I can't find motivation anymore
Adopt the term and use "self-care" as an excuse to put off doing any chores
Then I killed a box of Fruit Loops
Left it on the floor
Whilst I recall the days I used to say I was so happy here (I was so happy here)
I'll find a way to kiss goodbye my bitterness and disappear
Whenever you endear
I'll stew in darkened silence while awaiting your reply
This place feels so much emptier whenever you drop by 6
I think I just need closure; to better fathom why
Why everything we had came to an end
And I know I stated preemptively if this happened, I wanted to stay friends
Though I wish all of my promises were ones that I could keep
They incite cerebral cycles set to sabotage my sleep
I hope I'm not wasting your time; I think I need that talk
Where you say "no hurt feelings, but would you mind f*cking off?"
Cos those times are behind us anyways
And, if I'm being honest, I've been getting better at getting through the days
But I can't help thinking late on lonely nights, I was so happy here