Ever since you ended it,
I’ve been stuck in a loop.
Heartbreak so bad it might take a few years to recoup.

Lost track of the time, can’t tell if it’s been three months or more.
Waking up with a bottle in hand, and my head on the floor.

Maybe it’s me, thoughts of my brain I need to subdue.
I’m stuck in a matrix, while still stooping to you.