Tell Me

If I’m being honest,
then I honestly don’t know why I drove us
both so far away from home.
It showed the distance
between all my words and the truth —
because the truth just isn’t good enough for you.
So tell me where we went wrong.
So I stood by to watch you throw it all away.
You said «i'll miss you but I think I’ll be okay».
If we have to have this conversation,
tell me: what’s the use when
the truth still isn’t good enough for you?
The car ride was quiet with both of us
silently thinking «please let this be the end».