I am not the only traveler
Who has not repaid his debt
"God Nat, why do you have to be like this?" I cry.
I've been searching for a trail to follow again
Take me back to the night we met
"I'm just living my fucking life!" She yells.
And then I can tell myself
What the hell I'm supposed to do
"Well, why are you doing it like this?" I scratch out.
And then I can tell myself
Not to ride along with you
"I'm sorry, is my life not good enough for you? Am I not good enough for your perfect little ass?" She asks.
I had all and then most of you
Some and now none of you
"I just, I don't know how you're happy like this. You got a dui, you're basically an alcoholic. How are you happy?" I cry.
Take me back to the night we met
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
"You! You made me happy. When my whole life was shit, you made me happy." She starts.
Haunted by the ghost of you
Oh, take me back to the night we met
"Your smile, your eyes, your laugh, everything. You made me want to live." She tells me.
When the night was full of terrors
And your eyes were filled with tears
"Then why are you still living like this? Why haven't I influenced you to get better?" I ask.
When you had not touched me yet
Oh, take me back to the night we met
"It's not that fucking easy. You're not supposed to change me, you're supposed to make me happy." She argues.
I had all and then most of you
Some and now none of you
"I don't know how to make you happy when you're high or drunk ninety percent of the time we're together." I yell.
Take me back to the night we met
"I told you I'm not easy. I wish I was, I wish I could change. But I knew from day one that I'd end up hurting you and I told you that. I told you that you'd regtet it. I warned you." She tells me.
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
"Okay, so what? This is my fault? Okay fine, it's my fault I got hurt. But It's not my fault that we're having this argument. You're the one with problems that are coming between us." I say.
Haunted by the ghost of you
"I warned you. You knew what you signed up for when you kissed me that night." She says.
Take me back to the night we met
"Fuck, Nat. Well, good for you, I guess. You were right. I do regret it. And I wish we never met that night.
A/N
Fighting is my favorite thing to write rn
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