Easier

Tell me to tell you the treacherous tiny tragedies that tediously trigger this  outcome
tenderly trace the timeline two years  back
nothing ends right
except for this to be forced agonizing isolation
only just to sleep at night

"The shake in your voice makes me feel empty and ugly
All scattered anger like a windstorm, howling violently
And I wanna fade out and wake up somewhere else
Where no face is familiar and I'm left by myself
To keep plugging away on my own wasted time
To eat badly and spend all my money and write
To not feel too guilty
To be tired at night
Since I'm not fixing things here, I'll leave them behind
So you make your decision
I'm through making mine

Now I walk where the street swallows light like it's water
I see the slant of your smirk on every kid at the corner
But if you called, I'd never know what to say
So I just hope you never will
Things are easier that way"