third time’s a charm, isn’t it?

did the chase give you the thrill?

did the thrill sizzle out after 5 months?

i did not wish it was you, but you were there

starry-eyed, with the flowers and the grandeur gesture

i told you things i did not want to admit to anybody else, and i asked “am i too much?” 

then you, you and your deceptive solace

i met you halfway, met you all the way

“is this settling? or is this compromising?”

got me questioning myself,

was it the guilt?

i was just returning the favor, wasn’t i?

“is this what i actually deserve?”

so i said “fuck it, i’d do it anyway”

because i drove home crying and backslid behind your back

i wanted it to be true, i wanted to do it right

but you put me on the pedestal just to degrade me

i walked on eggshells with the shoes you bought me

i still look back with bitterness, i do

because i told you things i did not want to admit to anybody else

now that i write this, take my book with you, i’ll take the trickery with me