(2/3) meaningless.

and you didn't call off your wedding for me, you called it off

for yourself and used me as an excuse; cause if you ever loved

me, you would've told me sooner and never tried to marry another.

i can't love you, i'm not supposed to be in love with you, this wasn't

supposed to happen, please, leave me be. there's broken bits of

our past scattered on the floor and my hands are far too scared to be

trying to pick them up (any more); our present is a blur without

glasses; and our future needs to be no more. because us needs to

be one word that i'm trying to remind you of, what you're love was like

looking back at everything: meaningless.

even though broken ACs come with the summer territory; i don't

mind excuses to visit other people's houses, avoiding home means

never coming across you. 'cause my brother learned milk and water

don't go together, i told him that, he didn't listen. we were kinda like

that: all hopeful and curious, just to end up ashamed and broken from

unknowingly knowing. so being with you is the past, and i'm far over

that, so let's end the pretending and be what we're really meant to be:

meaningless.