Trust Fund Iypb
In your parents' bedroom
I spoke to you in my normal voice about
How the act of choosing
Necessitates a choice
And a choice necessitates a loss
You were tired and I was
You felt that we could decide
Our future at another time
So I said goodbye to you
I said goodbye knowing we were in love
I said goodbye to your parents' house and
All your parents' stuff
And then we felt the hold was loosened and easier
And then we broke up on the phone, it was easier
And then we didn't see each other for two years
And then we held each other close, it was easier
