I used to be happy

I used wake up in the morning

Awaiting the textual pillow talk i was so accustomed to

Now I’m lucky to wake up at all

I used to love the cold

Because you hated it and I could always wrap my body around yours
And protect you from its chill

Now every night I freeze to death

I used to smile when I’d see a new picture of you

Now my hands tremble because I know its not for me

And I’m selfish for that

I used to look forward to finishing a shift because I would get to see you

Waiting for me on that same park bench

Now I only dread the coming morning
I used to clean my room

Now its a wastеland of socks and shards of a shattered heart

I usеd to complain that I was too happy to write songs

Well you don’t have to worry about that anymore