I walk in to his livingroom and theres a candle on the coffee table, Alien on the big screen and City&Colour blasting through the surround sound. Love?
Im tired of never being picked first. He always picks someone over me, yet I cant pull away. I crawl in to our bed alone while he slides closer to her in theirs. My heart drops when ever I think about him. When I forget hes there and I walk over. Its unbearable. Being alone all the time. I come home to an empty house filled with empty rooms and my empty bed. I feel empty.