Hey… Yeah, it’s me— Just thought I’d call ahead… Before I absolutely wreck your life I’m standing at the edge again You know the one—I always pick Same bad road, same dumb excuse Same “this time it’ll be different” trick I’ve got the match, I see the fuel I know exactly what this does You’d think I’d stop—yeah, that’d be cool But self-control’s not one of us I can feel you in the distance Like a version I’ll betray You’re gonna hate the shit I’m choosing But I’m choosing it anyway So I’m sorry in advance For the mess you’re gonna clean For the nights you’ll sit awake Replaying everything I’ve been Yeah I know what I’m about to do to you I see it clear, I swear I do But I’m lighting it up like I always do So… good luck getting through I left you debts you didn’t make Conversations you’ll replay People you’ll have to explain to Why I couldn’t just behave You’ll rehearse apologies Like lines in a bad scene “Sorry, that was the old me”— (we both know what that means) And hey—quick note, just a heads up You’re gonna cry in public once Like full breakdown, ugly face Yeah… sorry about that one I can feel you getting closer Every second that I waste You’re the consequence I’m building With a smile on my face So I’m sorry in advance For the mess you’re gonna clean For the nights you’ll sit awake Replaying everything I’ve been Yeah I know what I’m about to do to you I see it clear, I swear I do But I’m lighting it up like I always do So… good luck getting through I KNOW— I KNOW— I KNOW EXACTLY HOW THIS ENDS YOU’RE GONNA HATE ME— BUT WE’RE TECHNICALLY FRIENDS I’ll ghost your sleep, I’ll wreck your head Leave you arguing with things I said You’ll say “I’m done”—then do it too God, I really screwed you Also— You’re gonna text them. Don’t text them. …you’re gonna text them. I mean it though… I really am sorry I’m sorry in advance For the weight you’re gonna feel For the version of our name That won’t sound the same or real Yeah I know what I’m about to do to you That’s the part that makes it worse I could stop—but I won’t choose to So I’ll just leave you with the hurt You’ll get through it… You always do… …that’s kind of the problem
