You said something.
Better yet, you wrote something.
Something that hit my reset button.
I’m just waiting now.
Waiting for you to do something.
Something to disgust the fuck out of me.
I’m just waiting.
Then I’ll finally have a reason.
A reason to be gone.
A reason to end this fucked up twisted bullshit UN-relationship.
Hurry up Mister.
Or maybe I’ll be the one..
To do it first.