You left a gift for me

Under your Christmas tree

Wrapped it in riddles like I was your family

I know you don't like when girls write you poetry

But I am praying you'll take this as flattery

We spent that New Year's Eve

Square like geometry

I watched your lips and the sweater you wore

We talked about middle school

Your father leaving you

I guess I won't hear the rest of the story

There were one million ways that this could have gone

But you only count the 500 thousand ways it could have gone wrong

I see the hope where you see the trouble

I see the home where you see the rubble

Only death's inevitable

You couldn't keep me

You felt too guilty

Just like the dog that you fostered last fall

I watched you detach

Like a fault bracket that

Left me bent backwards hanging off the wall

There were one million ways that this could have gone

But you only count the 500 thousand ways it could have gone wrong

I see the hope where you see the trouble

I see the home where you see the rubble

Only death's inevitable

I still wanna tell you bout one time I flew to the African coast and I learned how to dance

I still wanna hear bout the pop songs you love and maybe one day I'll get the chance

Cause there's one million ways that this could go

That neither of us really know

But I'll see the hope

Where you see the trouble

Cause only death's inevitable