I keep hearing that texts
Are the modern equivalent
Of a love note
With simple prose
But these words that I'm reading now
Seem to be holding out
And have been from the get-go
Are you tired of the ride?
Should we give it more time?
It's been months now
My faith has turned into doubt
Hold me up by the scruff
When I'm angry and drunk
These double standards are
So unfair my love
I keep screaming
Leave me alone
I've got nothing to say no more
I've got nothing to give to anyone
I'm just a shell of who I was
We had it all
But you messed that up for both of us
The light at the end
Blown out by the wind
Was all we were looking for
Listen now to what you say
Can you back up a thing
Look objectively
And tell me what you see
Something more, something less
The glass is half full at best
Are you listening?
Or do I have to scream?
Things change when I'm not ready
Things move even when I'm holding them steady
You could say that I'm giving up
You should say that I'm giving up
Because I am.