About feeling ditched and alone. It always surprises me how true this reads months later. |
Maybe it’s my fault But then, I know it’s not. It’s not my fault you went alone And left me here to rot. Maybe I should have partied more Or hung out with your friends ‘Cuz maybe if I had, I’d put down this awful pen But instead I’ll sit here writing A note you’ll never read About the time you weren’t there The time I was in need. And I bet that if you read it You’d say “I’m sorry babe. I should have been with you Instead of out with Dave” But since you’re not, I’ll write The note you’ll never see ‘Cuz maybe if you did You’d know what you do to me You say “I’ll see you Friday” And then you’re with your friends While I’m stuck sitting here Contemplating an end. I love you and I miss you But I hate you and I dread it The day I’ll have to see you And pretend to just forget it ‘Cuz if I ever told you The way you made me feel You’d call yourself a piece of shit And not know how to deal That’s not something that I want But neither is this note So I’ll crumple it and toss it away And forget just what I wrote ‘Cuz you could never deal with it The way I feel I must I guess I will be brave babe And won’t betray your trust But what if I had let you down? Would you be calm about it? Or would you say I’m cheating? ‘Cuz Babe, I just don’t doubt it. My note is going to end now And it’s going in the trash I hope you find it one day And understand perhaps. Until then it will lie In a barrel full of thoughts Awaiting the day you read it And know that you let me rot. |