Underneath an awning
Concentrating on the rain
Hearing laughter in the stairwell
It reverberates
They're talking about the weekend
All the plans that they have made
Said it's just nice to have something
To anticipate

We were dressed alike
Though you were one of a kind
For an enigmatic guy
You seemed relatable

You were smart
But so foolish with your heart
Eyed the exit from the start
In the end, couldn't tell what you pretended
Always wild
With your sly renegade smile
Perfectly disheveled style
What a waste
I regret it to this day

When I'm trapped inside my bedroom
Planning out my last resort
I have a great imagination
So I just teleport
And I'm back with you in Benson
Sitting on that rotting porch
Where we only drank the good stuff
That we could afford

Could be so damn mean
But you were always sweet to me
You swept me off my feet
And we went flying
Tried your best to hide
All the sadness in your eyes
But I caught you every time
That, that was possible

You were kind
Existential and refined
Always something on your mind
Even then
Our love was not in question
Nothing changed
You just packed your things one day
Didn't bother to explain
What happened
You like cinematic endings