The Seams

I should have been in bed hours ago

The chamomile is getting low

And I keep sinking deeper praying for love through the phone

I should have said goodbye years ago

Just cut it off and let it go

But I kept trying to secure what felt out of control

And now he tries to move on

And I have been so strong

And neither of us wants to admit that we were wrong

And as birds fly south for winter, I warm myself from shivers

I'm used to it now, I'm no longer bitter