The Home We Built Is Gone

My spine is filled with so much anger But I hope you've collected your thoughts I will still contact you, but I wish that you'd talk first And I grieve alone, go through everything alone Which I'm used to but I started to get less used to it I realize my mistake now Said you tore me apart And I'm not opposed to that I couldn't help but call you back To search for traits I clearly lack And I shouldn't say I'm sorry but I'm So fucking sorry It became symbolic at the press of a button It became a nightmare that never bloomed into a discussion And I think I'm over it, yeah I'm really over it I think the void in my heart's healing I woke up with a purpose but I don't think I can handle Another relationship that can just turn into a scandal But I think I'm over it, yeah I'm really over it I think I don't need you anymore