Parcel - Grace Gardner

Parcel

Grace Gardner

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You're gonna call me on it one of these days

Why I don't respond when you mention her name

When our friends see you together, showered in acclaim

Hydroplaning on a neighborhood lane

Why are we listening to this playlist in my car?

The one she made for you of songs I think are subpar

Looking for excuses to pull you into a sidebar

Pull you into my arms

Find a way back in your heart

That's not you

You wanted someone with a little more life in them

That's not you

Not someone you invite back in when they've been condemned

That's not you

You wanted someone with a drive or at least a goal in mind

That's not you

That's not you

Summer's end scraped my knees

Puts me through the wringer to come out clean

A salmon sky every night

But nothing or no one could flush my cheeks this pink

I don't want to talk to you anymore

I'll be waiting like a parcel at your door

Silent on the steps

Couldn't hear the bell over the sound of my chest hitting the floor

They always said you don't end up with the girl

For whom you stop the world

Is there a part of you that's a little concerned

Or am I finishing this race a poor third?

You're painting her nails off to the side of the function

We're watching a movie that needs no introduction

We're singing and dancing and she's acting sunken

She doesn't know it, I'm not trying to pass judgement, but

That's not you

You wanted someone with a little more life in them

That's not you

Not someone you invite back in when they've been condemned

That's not you

You wanted someone with a drive or at least a goal in mind

That's not you

That's not you

Summer's end scraped my knees

Puts me through the wringer to come out clean

A salmon sky every night

But nothing or no one could flush my cheeks this pink

I don't want to talk to you anymore

I'll be waiting like a parcel at your door

Silent on the steps

Couldn't hear the bell over the sound of my chest hitting the floor

(Fuck you for wearing my clothes when she takes them off)

(Why couldn't you tell me when you'd caught your own fall?)

(Fuck you for making me bleed out on the balcony)

(And moving forward to loving someone who looks just like me)

A pissed off part of me wants to open a wound

Postpone the visit I planned and not ever follow through

Angry is something so easy to be

When I see you, cue the fumes

I'm a short lit fuse that fuels off of agony

That's not you

I'm going off assumptions, or maybe I don't know you at all

That's not you

If you were coming around, you wouldn't let me face plant when I fall

That's not you

I could've given you everything she does and so much more

Maybe it's you

Maybe it's you

- It's already the end -