We’ve been at it for a while…
Slowly testing, learning, working, trying to figure it out,
trying to find the balance, find a groove,
trying to find a way to make it work.
It seemed like such a simple thing, like such a simple fix,
or, maybe not so simple, but at least doable.
For every push I made, somehow you pulled back.
We never really found our groove.
And balance, yeah, what’s that?
It’s sad when it’s the little things that break us.
All the little things, taken for granted, yet…
they’re so easy to let go.
I told you I was done fighting,
I don’t think you understood.
I’m not sure you really knew what I was fighting for.
I don’t think you even knew that I was fighting.
And that, my dear, is why,
this is where the fucks come to die…