the last thing

i'm breaking all my cords that held me down for so long keeping me from cutting everything that kept me strong 

i can see the future better than i see the past, and that's trauma, baby, turning all your memories to glass

somewhere in my hindsight, i guess i should've known, i thought you might've been the one, but i was married to a ghost

i guess i might've fallen in love with the idea of you ; i can guess you did the same, i don't think you'd fall in love with me if you knew-

the best case scenario, would be that we'd stay friends and carry on 

my worst case involved a hospital, and a funeral, so maybe i'm lucky i was wrong

i thought no matter what, i'd never lose you as a friend

the last thing i expected was that everything i love to turn to sand

i thought that maybe one day, we'd walk down the aisle hand in hand

but since when do the things i want ever go as planned?