All You Had To Do Was Stay
People like you always want back the love they gave away.
People like me wanna believe you when you say you've changed.
The more I think about it now, the less I know.
All I know is that you drove us off the road.
Here you are now, calling me up, but I don't know what to say
I've been picking up the pieces of the mess you made
People like you always want back the love they pushed aside
People like me are gone forever when you say goodbye
by Taylor Swift
Love Is Embarassing
I told my friends you were the one
After I'd known you, like, a month
And then, you kissed some girl from high school
And I stayed in bed for, like, a week
When you said space was what you need
Waited by my phone like a goddamn fool
And now, it don't mean a thing
God, love's fuckin' embarrassing
Just watch as I crucify myself
For some weird second string
Loser who's not worth mentioning
And I consoled you while you cried
Over your ex-girlfriend's new guy
My God, how could I be so stupid?
You found a new version of me
And I damn near started World War III
Jesus, what was I even doin'?
'Cause now, it don't mean a thing
I placed my bets and it's not worth anything
I give up, but I keep comin' back for more
Yeah, it don't mean a thing
I'm plannin' out my wedding with some guy I'm never marryin'
I'm givin' up, but I keep comin' back for more
by Olivia Rodrigo
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We are jigsaw pieces aligned on the perimeter edge.
Interlocked through a missing piece.
We are renaissance children becalmed beneath the Bridge of Sighs.
Forever throwing firebrands at the stonework.
We are Siamese children related by the heart.
Bleeding from the surgery of initial confrontation.
Holding the word scalpels on trembling lips.
Stand straight. Look me in the eye and say goodbye.
Stand straight. We've drifted past the point of reasons why.
Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today.
The problem always seems to be we're picking up the pieces on the ricochet.
Drowning tequila sunsets, stowaways on midnight ships.
Refugees of romance plead asylum from the real.
Scrambling distress signals on random frequencies.
Forever repatriated on guilt laden morning planes.
We are pilots of passion sweating the flight on course.
To another summit conference, another breakfast time divorce.
Screaming out a ceasefire, snow-blind in an avalanche zone.
Are we trigger happy?
Russian roulette in the waiting room.
Empty chambers embracing the end.
Puzzled visions haunt the ripples of a trevi moon.
Dream coins for the fountain or to cover your eyes.
We reached ignition point from the sparks of pleasantries.
We sensed the smoke advancing from horizons.
You must have known. That I was concealing an escape.
by Marillion
(live 1984)
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Gotta pick myself up.
Where do I start?
Cause I can't turn to you,
when it all falls apart.
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: Favourite. 
: Dedicated.
