There’s a reason they’re called an X
Because you’re left wondering Y
And they generally text
Just to say goodnight

When you’re moving on
They come around
Late at night, when you’re asleep
And there’s no other love found

You hold onto hope
Thinking they’ll change
But like the alphabet
Letters can’t be rearranged

So they sing the ABC’s
The lies they tell
Trying to get to you
Trying to lay their spell

But you know their games
And they don’t give an F
So they sing their lies
All the way to the X

But there’s a reason they’re called an X
Because you’re left wondering Y
And the z is for the zen I’ll feel
When you’re no longer in my life.

  • The Dalema. June 12, 2017.
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