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Desperate and Fading

  • burnettefi
  • May 13, 2025
  • 2 min read

(E) I spent the day (D) making a gift,

(E) for our anni- (D) -versary.

(E) Funny now,

in retr- (D) -ospect,

(E) that's when you (D) abandoned me.


(E) I replay tiny (D) moments in my head,

(E) wishing I'd give (D) in and get red.

(E) I imagine a (D) cottage on the east side,

(E) somewhere where the (D) poets to write,

(E) I guess it was (D) a lie


Cause (C) I could write novels

about (D) your button downs

but it'd (C) never be enough

to (D) keep you around.

(C) I could try harder

to (D) follow through.

but it was (C) always me

and it was (D) never you.

(C) It was never you.


Blocked me and ignored all my texts

is this how it feels to be left,

hopelessly waiting,

desperate and fading,

is this worth replaying?

Replaying?


I rewrite the classics in my head,

just so their love isn't ended in a death.

I know the route from anywhere in town,

it's four left turns and now your north bound


Cause (C) I could write novels

about (D) your button downs

but it'd (C) never be enough

to (D) keep you around.

(C) I could try harder

to (D) follow through.

but it was (C) always me

and it was (D) never you.

(C) It was never you.


E - Hopelessly waiting,

D- desperate and fading,

C- is this worth replaying?

D-

E- Fragments of your mind,

D- blast out the sides,

C- of my back.

D-

E and I'm hopelessly waiting,

D- desperate and fading

C- is this worth replaying,

D- replaying?


Cause (C) I could write novels

about (D) your button downs

but it'd (C) never be enough

to (D) keep you around.

(C) I could try harder

to (D) follow through.

but it was (C) always me

and it was (D) never you.

(C) It was never you.

 
 
 

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