It is no longer about the lipstick on your shirts,
Nor the text messages from the girls,
It is no longer about you sleeping out,
It is about the distaste in your voice when you talk to me,
The distance in your eyes,
The disgust in your tone.
It all reminds me on my failures.
I failed when I picked you and everybody else
I failed when I stayed up late and imagined a future with you
I failed when I thought we...