I’m going to be happy without you 

                        (you left your name behind)

I’m going to be happy without you

                       (and some of your taste in my mouth)

I’m going to be happy without you

                      (just trying to forget you through fucking and lying, but I end up telling                           him [all the hims]:

                                 Maybe it could been you I was addicted to – your voice and hands.                                    but you never once stole my breath and replaced it with laughter,                                      and the truth is that I’d have fucked any —-  for the chance to                                           whisper his name one more time while sweating. 

                         and somehow things go sideways)

But

I’m going to be happy without you

                         (someday, I’m sure it’ll be true. no fingers fucking for yesterday, no sad                           sad songs while wishing to be sucking silly, no daydream dares to do                             something, oh anything to fix your feeling, no – no you outside of                                     nostalgia nights around a bottle of wine, no, no you.)

 

I’m going to be happy without you.

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