I LOVE YOU BUT

I'm leting you go 

as i rub your back while you slur her name over the toilet

you cry, you beg

you ask for your phone 

In my head, i hold a funeral for all that we were and all we could have been 

for the future you promised us 

I'm thinking about you two

The girl in the driver's seatt

much younger than me 

prolly around the same age i was when we met 

You have a type 

at least that's consistant with you

and then you call her name, just to seal the coffin

i guess it's time

for me to let you go 

But not to her 

i'll die before i let her have you 

so i'm letting you go 

since no one else can have you