So here I am once again writing to your my dear
I just need a way you can't talk back your point of view
Searching for words, erasing the slurs
I'm waiting in an aged café where I sought shelter from the pouring rain

With nobody to meet I sit and think
Contradicting what I once thought was perfect
My mind is racing but I can't stop writing
Every time a draft is done I start back at square one

You're my inspiration
My poetic license
You kept me sane with these pages
I'd rather write it than say it
I've got everything I need
Isolation it seems
You find that hard to believe but I'm writing history

I don't want to specify a single thing; I'm gone
I don't want to reminisce about the things you've done

Tuned into nothing the radio sounds
As I try to wrap my head around these coffee stains and off set lines

Just let me go
I need this more than you know
So fuck it, let me go