The Home We Built Is Gone

My spine is filled with so much anger

But I hope you've collected your thoughts

I will still contact you, but I wish that you'd talk first

And I grieve alone, go through everything alone

Which I'm used to but I started to get less used to it

I realize my mistake now

Said you tore me apart

And I'm not opposed to that

I couldn't help but call you back

To search for traits I clearly lack

And I shouldn't say I'm sorry but I'm

So fucking sorry

It became symbolic at the press of a button

It became a nightmare that never bloomed into a discussion

And I think I'm over it, yeah I'm really over it

I think the void in my heart's healing

I woke up with a purpose but I don't think I can handle

Another relationship that can just turn into a scandal

But I think I'm over it, yeah I'm really over it

I think I don't need you anymore