No More Visitors

Please, no more visitors for a while
I’m peopled out and broke as hell
And need my beauty sleep
I keep having visions of her ghost on the sofa
She’s watching The Bachelor
Humming in the bedroom
Changing the duvet cover
What was it that I was trying to say to you
Right before you said you needed your space
Maybe if I could remember in a well-written letter
Then we’d still be together
You think about it, I’ll wait…
Once a person wants to leave
That’s their truth and I see no point in changing their mind
Give me one hundred years of solitude
A box for the photos
And a lifetime to grieve
And I’ll be fine, just…
Please, no more visitors for a while
I’m nursing myself back to health
And slow to process these kinds of things
What was it that I was trying to say to you
When you came to get your stuff from my place
I hope every omen in your life seems to say
«You wanted this»
I stay awake till dawn
In a bed too big, fighting homesick nausea
I pace the neighborhood, dying to remember
That feeling I was trying to explain to you
Right before you opted out of our game for two
Was it too much of the real world eroding our youth
That broke our seven year love spell?
You think about it, I’ll wait…