Saturnine

Gathering

The day you went away


You had to screw me over


I guess you didn't know


all the stuff you left me with


is way too much to handle


But I guess you don't care





You don't need to preach


you don't have to love me, all the time





Whatever on earth possessed you


to make this bold decision


I guess you don't need me


While whispering those words


I cried like a baby


hoping you would care





You don't need to preach


you don't have to love me, all the time





You don't have to preach


all the time