This is enough now
Says the shape of your brow
The salts on your cheeks
And the way that you're looking down
I know that you know
Why you were not the first
From the depths of my heart
I really hope that you're the last
I know this means more than the truth
Would have had I not held on to the tricks
For so long
What should have been a simple yes or no
For you has become something
That you can't stop
Now you're carrying the weights of
Mistakes and notions
That were not thought through
And I'm sorry for the burden
Of lessons I would not have without you
I saw this picture
Long before it was drawn
Does that mean I should have never walked
Through your bedroom door?
This potion past not
Long after it was born
Does that mean you could live on
Without the cure?