Art of Moving On

I’m a little bit fucked up

But I’m so full of love

And you’re a numbing reminder

That that’s not enough

A perfect night means fucking nothing

Now you’re so out of touch

I could keep reaching for you

While you call my bluff

I don’t know why I still miss you

I wish I could hate

But you know me well enough

To know I don’t have selfish traits

It’s an endless cycle

And I wanna tap out

And maybe I’d consider it

But you’d ignore the sound

I’m sick of being in this rabbit hole

And not calling it love

Cause all I know of love is

You never feel like enough

It’s an awful, wonderful thing

A painful, beautiful song

It almost feels like it’s almost right

But everything is still wrong

You hang me up

And shut me away

In the closet where the hats and coats stay

And when your heart gets cold

And your fingers numb

You reach for my hand to hold

With a bottle of rum

When you first asked my name

It was disgustingly sweet

And before I even answered

I was swept off my feet

Now I have nothing left to say

Other than I give up

You win this game

One perfect night’s not enough

You hang me up

And shut me away

In the closet where the hats and coats stay

And when your heart gets cold

And your fingers numb

You reach for my hand to hold

With a bottle of rum

There’s no such thing as one perfect night

I’m tryna convince myself

That it’s alright

That I knew you that night

And in the morning it was gone

I love you but

It’s the art of moving on