Things could change in May you say
That’s what you’ve left me with
And it’s hard to figure out why I even care
Why I wanted this so much to begin with
Fuck your good intentions
And your so obviously fake concern
Following your failed attempts to place blame
And your stored up spiteful words
I hate you for every word you didn’t say
And for each awkward silence on the phone
I hate you for your easy answers
And your unconvincing tone
You refused to talk things out the right way
When I was so distraught
Why did you work so hard to prove to me
You were nothing like I thought
You don’t want to hear that I’m hurt or disappointed
And you’ll fall asleep so easy tonight
“Are you okay with this” you ask
And when I don’t answer you don’t ask me twice
Things could change in May you say
But nothing will ever change I am sure
Because you’re still the same immature, unfeeling child
Who I was just never good enough for
For Joe
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