The fantasy called closure
I no longer choose to believe
All I want is for you to come over
So I can show you just how deep
Your puncture had to reach
To find the anger inside grief
I’ll fill you with your share
You’ll whimper just to breathe
I’ll rip until you tear
And you can no longer see
Then you’ll fall asleep
Leaving me alone to think
About who was in your bed last week.
