Unrequited Lease: A Poetic Reflection on Love and Loss

Soon as you open up, it’s when they leave With barely a word, walk away with ease You call it love, well I call it a lease Soon as it’s up, you hand over the keys I don’t know why I bother anymore And so I tell myself this will be the last All I had left, that is what you have And you can keep it, I don’t ever want it back No we can’t be free, shut the fuck up We both know it’s bullshit, pack your stuff up Lose my number if you call, I will not pick up And if you see me in person, do not walk up Yeah, cause the moment that you open up, it’s when they leave With barely a word, they walk away with ease You call it love, well I call it a lease Soon as it’s up, you hand over the keys