idlya

Phone calls and FaceTimes
Broke from the plane rides
We drank to pass time
I don't even like red wine
Skinny dip in the high tide
What a waste of dumb fights
Became the bane of your life
Now I'm somewhere off the road

And you're on your own
Did you move back home?
Did you open that store
Like you said you would?

I don't love you anymore
Don't bring you up in therapy
I don't know you anymore
Don't mean you don't have a part of me

I curse your name under streetlights
I swear that I didn't realise
I could be so cruel
Did you forget that I was only twenty-two?
I needed you for the summer
We brought out the worst in each other
I could be so cruel
But so could you

I don't love you anymore
Don't bring you up in therapy
I don't know you anymore
Don't mean you don't have a part of me
Don't mean you don't have a part of me