Why I let you come back again, I'll never know.
You're like a bad habit that just won't go.
Every time you visit, another part of me breaks.
While I gather my pieces, you'll be onto next.

We were memorable because we had a 5am love,
The kind that rises early, crashes before dawn.
And the hard part about this was that I was warned,
I just didn't head it because into you I was so bitterly drawn.

Now I just can't take this.
Now it's just not right.
Now I'm crying on the bathroom floor, drained of all my fight.
Now I'm laying in bed, wondering what happened to us?
Where'd our always and forever go?
Is it broken like the rest of us?