One Last Time, again (again).

It was the best breakup you didn't let me have.

And I don't like how things ended. Again.

So many things I wish I could take back, yet so many words left unsaid.

You reach out, I read. I react, then feel defeat.

You reach out, I deny. I don't care, that's a lie.

I wonder how this will end, again.

I wonder, maybe if I just feel you one more time.

If I just climbed onto your couch and into your arms, we could pretend,

Everything was alright, so at least this end would be better. Or worse.

It's hard always being the bigger person when it leaves you feeling so small.

What if we argue and hit below the belt?

Only one way to find out I guess.

This could turn messy, sheets on the floor, bed in the middle of the room

Fucking hell, I miss the taste of you.

So maybe for just one night, we could hold each other tight and I can finally let you go ...

I'm just scared you'll slip away instead.