Sing To Me Instead

Mr Perfectly Fine - Taylor Swift

When he told me he'd always be there, and for me too, I'd believed him. That he'd never leave, that I was the one he was looking for.

But I guess when he started leaving in the mornings before I woke up, and when he stopped leaving the sweet notes with my coffee, when he would come home and go straight to bed, I should've realised it wouldn't last.

He'd never be there for me in the end, he'd never explain himself or apologise for his absence anyways. When I lost my best friend, he had to work late. When I asked about where he was during my birthday, the one he said he'd remember, he dodged the question.

And I hate it, I hate him. I hate how good he looks in his suits, how drawn everyone in the room is to him. But that stupid smug face, I could punch him and not feel the pain of my bruised knuckles. He wouldn't feel anything either, the cold bastard. He'd just smile and walk it off, shoot a flirty look at a journalist and leave.

And it's a shame, really. Since I was all in, I was prepared to say 'yes', 'I do,' I was ready to love him for the rest of our lives. But he's gone now, and I'll just have to get over it.

One day I'll be alright, and one day he might miss me and want me back, but he'll be too late by then. I'll have moved on from his stupid, perfect face, stopped being miserable, and closed the door.

And one day I'll be perfectly fine again.