do you like your bridges burned?

I found a song
that I thought you'd love
and I went through the process
of sharing it with you
and bailed out
before I pressed send

We don't talk anymore
and I don't know why
all I know is that
I'm no longer the chaser
I'm not dropping by
your haunted places
or sliding into your DMs
when I can't sleep
in the hopes that you're sober enough
to talk to me in sentences
that don't end in sobs
or obnoxiously drunken confessions

Last time we talked
you were doing better
and we traded songs
like chipped pieces
of our hearts
you looked happier
and I wanted to capture
that moment
before you hit a bump
that left you hitting the ground
and kissing the gutter
like a long lost lover

I found a song
that I thought you'd love
and I went through the process
of sharing it with you
and bailed out
before I pressed send
it's about burning bridges
and feeling alone
two things you're so good at
and I know you would have found
hope between the lines

We don't talk anymore
and I don't know why
I don't know why

(Maybe I'm just tired of being
set on fire)

I found a song
that I thought you'd love

I'm not quite sorry
all I left you with
was silence