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i selfishly live in the moment
enjoying what we have
ignoring the consequences
hoping you would do the same
but insisting on practicality doesn't make us a match
why don't you want to live
with just a little give
we could pass each day a little brighter
what is so wrong with that
trying to convince you seems like a dead end
tell me if you think you'll ever bend
no promises in view

why am i fooling myself
i know that this would come eventually
the end was the only thing i could really
foresee
yet i shielded that with a thin curtain
trying to be cautious
trying to ignore the reality

not going to deny the pain
how can i
i caused it upon myself

i want to be dramatic
i want to tell you to never call me again
i want to be mad
i want to be immature

the only truth is that it is all my fault