Saturnine

The day you went away

You had to screw me over

I guess you didn’t know

all the stuff you left me with

is way too much to handle

But I guess you don’t care

You don’t need to preach

you don’t have to love me, all the time

Whatever on earth possessed you

to make this bold decision

I guess you don’t need me

While whispering those words

I cried like a baby

hoping you would care

You don’t need to preach

you don’t have to love me, all the time

You don’t have to preach

all the time