the best of me

There's that familiar feeling again
in the pit of my chest and heart
the unsettling knowledge that you're back on the streets
when's it going to stop?
I block every number you call me from
it hurts, but I'm mostly gone and there's nothing to discuss
logic doesn't sit well with you
and you've got nothing to say but it was all my fault
as if I did anything but try to heal you
leave me a voicemail about hating me
leave me a voicemail about you're sorry
leave me a voicemail about you love me
leave me a voicemail about suicide
I've got nothing left to say
I gave you all I had
and you destroyed the best of me