It was just one night to you. It’s been over a year for me.
It’s going to be a long way to happy.
Alcohol is a hell of a drug but it’s not to blame.
I never liked to admit that I was wrong
And I didn’t want to write a poem but
You should go and fuck yourself.
You don’t have to call.
I’ll be alright,
instead of using somebody.
Someone like me.
I’m usually not one to break promises but I needed to breathe.
I needed me.