I lost the weight I gained in losing you, so I won't live for you.
And I'll dig my hands into my pockets so they don't freeze. And I'll close my eyes for slumber despite that I won't sleep.
And if you think that's selfish, then I guess I am. Because I won't live for you and then act like I can.
I won't wait inside your room. I won't hide in the closet behind all your clothes. I won't watch you sleep at night. I won't follow you home and act like you care.
And if you think that's selfish, then I guess I am. Because I won't live for you and then act like I can.
And I will cut myself on the stone I carved our names in. And I will bury myself in the snowfall in your backyard. And we can build snowmen and talk about your favorite animals. And we can kill ourselves and I'll feel less guilty on nights that I feel lonely because I wish that I'd never wake up. A life built on distance so I never know better.
And if you think that's selfish, then I guess I am. Because I won't live for you and then act like I can. I won't live for you and then act like I can. I won't live for you because I know you don't care.