I miss sunday nights in my bed
laying there so angry with me
so unwilling to explain your jealousy
because you're so unwilling to admit
everything i can hear on the edge of your tongue
and see in the bitings of your lips.

so ******* unwilling to admit
that i make you laugh
like you never thought i would
think about things
that you never have before
talk about life like
its something so new and incredible.

i miss the things we've never done before
with an aching in me that i'll never tell
because i'll pretend to be heartless until
you can finally admit that
you miss those sunday nights in my bed
just like i do.

do you ever listen to
that guitar singing its sweet pain
and feel your chest swell up like an infection
and feel your throat constrict like bad asthma
as you are yet again sorely reminded of
all the things you wish to forget

but you refuse to let a tear escape
because all the progress you have made
will have been for nothing and nothing only
watching the sun rays catch on the city buildings
as you drive drive drive all the way through
wondering why you feel so trapped
when the world feels so big

my favorite song and
I showed you my favorite part
you robbed me of my innocence
and you stole my music and my taste
didn't even have the decency to say sorry
yet you have the audacity to ignore my existence

I'll make sure to drill oil spill worthy holes
into your forehead through rotting skull
to make up for your lacking eye contact
I guess some things never change