You don't know what you're missing

my charm and ease and ever love;

you lost, you fucked up one too many times.

I saw it coming and played the fool;

bad boys with bad habits with bad histories

a weakness of character that has not left my side.

my achille's heel is guys like you,

so I cut myself loose and float up to the sky.

Just a speck in the distance

looking over my shoulder, hoping.