I know you’re not good for me.
I know one day soon I’ll lie alone in my bed,
crying a story to the only one who will listen sympathetically…
because everyone else told me so.
I know you mean me no good.
I know one day soon I’ll be standing somewhere
trying to remember what I liked when it was just me…
before I cared what you didn’t;
before your appetite became my only goal.
I know you’ll break my heart.
I know today that you love another,
and that your heart no longer loves me.
I keep reaching for the pain your arms bring…
It’s all I’ve come to know.