The rattle of your phone on the desk
It's after midnight and you pretend not to notice
And you know exactly what I mean
When I say "she needs to give it a rest"
Whiteness covers your face as redness does your eyes
When you finally realize
Two halves won't make us whole
"I'm sorry" won't convince me
To forgive your broken soul
Maybe god can see past
The thing I can't see through
You say "it's so benign"
A simple cut to the flesh
But now the blood cascades out of control
And you're not good with the pressure
All the memories of us swirl like regressions
And it's all you can do to keep your head above the depression
Gone like a comet in the night sky
You brace for the explosion but it only fades like scattering rays
I’m shielded by my atmosphere
Two halves won't make us whole
"I'm sorry" won't convince me
To forgive your broken soul
Maybe god can see past
The thing I can't see through
I thought you were the kind of guy
Who'd always have my back
Thought you were the kind of guy
Who would never need a take back
But I’m just not the kind of girl
Who’ll ever want a redo
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