Pick Your Poison

awkward sideways

ruined sheets moistly blanketing my pillows
while this absence opened up the same old wound.
i've heard of betrayal, like a song that's passed my way
a thousand times until its stuck inside my head

we've lost a friend, we've lost a foe
we've gained perspective and we know
that nothing quite turns out the way it should
she's got to go, she's broken so
there is no way to fight the flow
when time is cruel and misery is understood