I guess you could consider this my fault too
For I let you get close enough to touch the parts that hurt
The open wounds
A closeness I should have never allowed
But I took my chances with you
Laid myself out on the line
Like clothes left to dry in the sun (though all I got was rain)
I'm tired and cold
This can't all be my fault
I split myself in two
Tried to do cartwheels for you
Woke up to your screaming and didn't fall back asleep
Counted your breaths
But who's keeping score?
The amount of times I let your anger rip through me
And didn't say a word
The days you've walked away
Can't you see, don't you understand
You said you'd never leave
But you've already gone
And I don't see a way of taking it back, no chance of reverse
What did I do to make you not care so much?
