We’re being honest as long as we aren’t being honest with ourselves (technicalities)

I was never able to let you go 

I cut the chords

I threw the stone 

I keep running

(in circles I’ve found)

 

But now you’ve ran

No turnaround ahead 

I’m glad 

I’m glad

I’m glad

 

(I’m mad and sad and feeling so fucking bad)

 

I’m glad you’re gone 

I’m glad we’re moving on

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i write lame poems that no one really reads

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