I sit in my car drinking s***** coffee and thinking of all the things that went wrong.
I can't fix what isn't broken, but god, will I try.
Pitch black invites it's way in
and reminds me just how alone I really am.

One text to push the dark away
It fixes nothing,
and allows me to contemplate whether I forgive you for this pain.
It's less real than my burning tongue, but hurts just as much.

I saw someone from the past today,
and it reminds me that they all left.
How can I lose so much,
if I never tried?

The glowing clock strikes 7:00
and I begin to drive home.
The taste of the coffee sits heavy in my mouth,
and your name seems to make it worse.

Song lyrics come screaming out of my speakers
and they evoke some new form of pain.
I cry enough to blur the street,
but none of that matters

I'm home now, writing some form of poetry
about how I miss you so,
even if you shattered my thoughts,
and broke my peace.

Now, I say goodnight in hopes of sleep,
and you offer an empty apology.
It's the third one today,
It won't change anything....

Goodnight, and sleep well
Maybe tomorrow it'll hurt less
But tonight it's all too real
I can't bear this pain anymore.

It's the third of November
It means nothing to you,
but to me,
It's the day I made a decision to change.

I'm done with the games
I'm done with the emptiness
I'm done with this pain.
I'm sorry....

Goodnight sweet boy.