Crooked

You put the "us" in useless

You put the "no" in nonetheless

You say "I'm fine" but I digress

You always mean more when you're saying less

You put the "two" when we're player one

You start the fight, then you say you're done

I'm stuck rewinding what you said

Trying to read between words you left unread

I spell heartbreak with a silent "why"

If I said it right, it would still be a lie

My thoughts spin out like skipping tracks

I lose my place, and you don't text back

Back it up, I'm going forward

Every step feels out of order

You call it love, I call it stress

You call it growth, I call it less

Do you know what I mean?

Or am I just a bad dream?

Where are the bones in this metal house?

You blame the storm, but the frame's rotted out

You say tomorrow, but show up today

Then act like I'm the one in the way

You couldn't call, you couldn't check

Now it's my fault what happens next

How was I supposed to know the boys were free?

Coincidence that its our anniversary

You put the "me" in maybe not

You light the match and call it hot

You bend the truth then say I twist

You ghost me just to say I'm missed

Back it up, I'm going forward

Nothing real, just gas and borders

You call it love, I call it pain

You let it rot, then say I changed

Do you know what I mean?

Or am I just a bad dream?