Half-Broken

You said my name through a half-broken line

I stayed in the silence longer than I should

You said, “You always do this when things start going well”

I said, “That’s not true,” then I went and did it again

Yeah!, Everybody says I changed like they knew me that well

You said I just got better at leaving, that hit different

I had a real answer ready, let it die in my mouth

I hate when you make one small sentence say too much

I keep saying I’ll be back soon

You stopped asking what that means

I can tell you’re tired of waiting

I can’t say you’re wrong for leaving

My cousin asked if I remember that apartment

The one with the bad heat and the neighbors arguing through the wall

I said, “Yeah, of course,” like I don’t think about it

Every time I get somewhere nice and still don’t wanna call

I know I make it sound like I’m doing you a favor

When I show up late and act like nothing happened

You don’t need another speech about the pressure

You needed me there, and I wasn’t

I keep saying I’ll be back soon

You stopped asking what that means

I can tell you’re tired of waiting

I can’t say you’re wrong for leaving

You still have that way of going quiet

When you want me to notice what I did

I used to think I had more time to fix it

Now I’m looking at the door you didn’t close