So is this it? May I get sober? 

Are we untangled and undone?

Is this the end of what was over

Before the moment it begun? 

 

We almost tried and nearly made it

We barely reached the finish line

Is it the good in you that traded

A noble reason for a winning lie?

 

And you can give me many reasons

For how I’m not one of your toys

And how you saved me from your treasons

By standing still. It’s still a choice

 

So once again I’m facing silence 

I’m not supposed to be this strong

And trust that this is luck, not science

And never wonder what went wrong.