You Knew This Would Happen

I’ve gotten bitter
But you’re not better
Haven’t felt the same since last winter
When we’d exclude ourselves
And lay out on the floor
I hung my shirt up next to your sweater
And I thought how I just felt better
When I was exhaling smoke
And standing in the cold
And it’s not that easy
(i can’t remember the last time
That I looked into your eyes
And thought how perfect we could be)
Looking back, on times we spent
All this time
Wasted, replaced with, your spite of me