Good Night

You left me hanging from a thread we once swung from together
I’ve licked my wounds but I can’t ever see them getting better
Something’s gotta change
Things cannot stay the same

You always feel guilty when you fail to say good night… like it’s a crime not to let him know you’re thinking of him before you sleep, and that he’d be your first thought as well in the morning.

P.S. But so what. It doesn’t matter. It never did.

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