Queen

You didn’t hurt me like you meant to
Until you were dead
White flowers in your head
I wait in the sun
But I don’t regret it, regret it, regret
If you would do it like I would
Your song came on, there was nothing
While you packed your things, I changed your name in my phone
Familiarity is now ending
I’ll do with the last string of my being
Got a queen sized bed
With a blanket for a twin
Where I hardly sleep
But I think of gin
Going down your throat
Into your stomach
Breathing a new life
Every other night
You took my hand
But now I’ve got to know
To figure out how to
Live a life alone
But I’ve given up
On the practice of sleeping in a bed for two