My throat constricts from all the back answers I try to swallow.

I'm losing myself. I'm starting to become hollow.

It's funny how we come together only to fall apart.

Im just lucky that I never gave you my already broken heart.

This relationship is a disaster. We can't predict the future, even though we pretend to act like we're forecasters.

I can't help but think,

That if you were Jack and I were Jill, there would be no tumbling after.