on the back porch away from the sounds of the traffic
you're sitting still while your head makes you seasick

you're as tense as the ice resting between your gin
your chest is swelling, aching and your lips are thin

counting on me to come outside and find you there
to follow the direction of your wounded stare

but i'm much too preoccupied at the moment
reading the letter to him that you never sent

you pray this is just small enough for me to take
and i wonder if this wasn't all by mistake

the shame of being caught out making your skin crawl
isn't it the only reason you're crying at all?

there's nothing left for you to justify or save
it's one less secret you'll be taking to the grave

you don't have to apologize for what i've seen
i'm already in the bathroom washing my hands clean

this pain and fear that you're feeling right now, right here
should have been what stopped you first when i wasn't near

i don't need to hear you're sorry or see your tears
though you don't for me, i hope i make myself clear

this isn't worth me being hurt over
i'm not the one who's losing a lover