The Miens Of An End

I won t say the words again.
Even if I mean to.
I think I d rather leave both our hands
Holding mixed opinions,
Withholding lungs, and unanswered questions.
It s not a lack of cause that
Calls for a blank stare.
You use your tongue for all but talking;
I won t say a thing of it.

I can t get over this, so I ll get over you.
Division sits between us.
I ve made the decision for you.

I m not afraid to say you re not
The best thing to come my way.
You were just the favorite.
You re delicate,
And desolate.
And I ve grown weary.

Let s let the bitter taste linger
A little longer now.
Give a year and see if there s change.
I ll let the bitter linger.

You were just the favorite.
You are just a regret.