last night was the apocalypse
passion dying, replaced with yearning
thinking about where i sit
with you.
you left so much in the air by being so specific
confusing expectations framed everything i didn't do
i should have thought, i should have stood, i should have been more with it
something on me, something that didn't come from you
from me.
but i woke up to the world still turning
last night was just the end of another day
yearning waining, replaced with burning
another price that i must pay
in life.