I ain’t saying you treated me unkind,
You could’ve done better but
I don’t mind,
You just kinda wasted my precious time -
But don’t think twice,
Yeah, the night’s not over
You’re not trying hard enough,
Our lives are changing lanes
You ran me off the road,
The wait is over
I’m now taking over,
You’re no longer laughing
I’m not drowning fast enough.
I would have died a little inside had he told me his feelings had changed, but they hadn’t. It’s a logical step, really, one thing I’ve always admired in him is his appreciation for logic, just as me, as well as his dedication to his craft. Somehow I always knew that would be the end of us: our focus on work and our knowledge that this relationship was simply not sustainable.
I can live with that. So long as he still feels like I do. And over this last week it’s become easier to not think about him or miss him so much, although I’m afraid of how I may feel after we see each other. I hope I don’t feel like shit.
Been talking to a couple of promising suitors. And I’ve been intentionally hanging out by myself a lot of the time, listening to music, writing, gathering my thoughts. Taking another week from work. I need the time.
Although my pride is not easy to disturb,
you sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb…