my mailman.

I want to paint a picture of what we used to be,

I want to show the world it wasn't always misery.

You used to be dependable and I had been affectionate,

But now we're not making moves unless it's in our benefit.

You made me believe there was galaxies in your soul,

But why does it now feel only as if it's a giant black hole?

We became obsessed with pleasure in utterly different ways;

I wanted attention and love while you were just looking to get away.

Get away from reality and escape what was surrounding 

And as I've started to reminisce my heart has started pounding.

Why let substances control you ? Why let them tell you what to do?

Pushing and shoving, they made a bully out of you,

And while you were escaping I was forced to deal with reality

and soon the utter loneliness in my soul became normality.

I escaped in my own way, with suitors kind words and affection,

Because within our love life it seemed I was facing rejection.

I was second to getting fucked up, and that's the truth,

In the end that all that seemed to fucking matter you.

Even now, with our cold backs turned to each other, 

Only intoxicated states is all you've been left to discover.

If you really loved me, wouldn't you be here now?

If you really loved me, wouldn't you be showing me how?

If you truly cared I'd like to think you'd be understanding...

But the way you've left me behind its almost outstanding

Love was always suppose to conquer everything 

But your love, it hasn't conquered anything. 

So I'll be learning how to love with another man,

while you tried to get desperately shit faced as you can.