it was a privilege.

it was a privilege to have my heart broken by you

i let you because you loved me like you were gonna lose me

because hell, we both knew we were always meant to say goodbye

you know you love someone when you let them break you

and you don't hate them for  doing it because it was a privilege

it was a privilege

and that's just the problem

you don't hate them

so you keep checking the mailbox and your inbox

when really, you just need to detox and unbox

you still listen to that song eleven times and you still rap that line
and you pinned the polaroid in your new apartment on the blank white wall

you can't quite surrender your heart yet

because that's what it is really

goodbye

i'm not ready to say goodbye, because i'm not ready for a new hello

and i'm not quite sure i'll ever be

and that was the problem,

she slipped briskly into an intimacy

from which she never recovered

it was a privilege
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