the floor was not cold
and it was a new year for me and no one else
letters were scrambled on the board
but not in my head
i didn't speak them anyway
and i guess you knew what they were
that day we made a silent pact
but i knew you would not keep it
we have no future
and i will be gone sooner than you'd like
i'm ok with it
but that's moot
you're free spiraling
and i'm holding a steady landing pattern