I crave the days we spent not butting heads. The nights we spent in separate beds. Every step I thought you'd take with me is lost because you don't know who to be. I'm not waiting around for you, or for this, anymore. I hope you're happy, but don't you dare call me again. I regret that I ever thought we had a chance. I tore my heart out, buried it deep inside the ground. I didn't want it to be found, didn't want it with you around. I found something new, something better and I can't let you affect that. I can't let my resolve crack. I'm not waiting around for you, or for this, anymore. I hope you're happy, but don't you dare call me again. I regret that I ever thought we had a chance. My mind's stuck on the past. Stuck on photographs and painting mental pictures using thoughts and words I misheard. I guess I miss her, just enough to never tear myself away for good. But would I even if I could? I doubt I'll let this go. I'll hold it over your head. And when I hear your name, I know I'll never forget. I doubt I'll care anymore. Just live my life wasting breath. But when you hear my name, I hope you're filled with regret.