The Last Will

I don't want to grab my phone and ask to talk tomorrow,

I've discovered a new breed of shame in which to wallow

I drew a line which I then crossed.

I had an eight year stretch of time which I was growing daily

Since I've ever given anyone the means to hate me

And I think that streak is lost.*

The more we say, the more we seem to fight

The more I wait, the less I sleep at night

I'm more ashamed the more I think on what I said to you.

I gave my kindness up so you would change

I left my greatest asset to your name