I’m so content with myself tonight.
I said some bullshit philosophy and created some hate against you.
Satisfied with the way I’ve put more fault in your mistakes and how I made you my enemy.
I’m so content with closing my door tonight.
The less I know, the better I’ll feel by the end of the day.
No more photographs and evidence of how you’ve been away.
Leave me ignorant to escapades and bar room tabs.
I’ll hide behind my own misinformation and pretend you’re still the same.
Your memories are playing games with me.
You’re at your best when you’re nowhere near me.
We placed our bet on distance but we forgot to do the numbers.
Math was never my best; I’ll put the blame on you.
Trying to get you to stay was never my best; I’ll put the blame on you.
Keeping you in my arms was never my best; I’ll put the blame on you.
Because you can take it.
Every thought I have left of you can bear it for me.
Take on the weight and keep me afloat, keep me away from it.
It’s a small favor to ask for the trouble we went through.
The less I know, the more blame I’ll put on you.
I’ll force you down and out with all the strength I can give.
I’ll force you out so you can leave
and stop haunting me
and never be my ghost.
Or I’ll do the same to you, no matter what you do.
I’ll do the same to you, be that demon for you.
( ❤ Mitch)