I gave him the world, in hopes he’d love me. He gave it back cold. I gave him the stars, in hopes he’d stay. He gave back embers. I gave him the oceans, in hopes he’d be mine. He gave me the vapor. I gave him my heart, in hopes he’d take it. He gave me the arrow. I gave him my back, in hopes I’d forget. He gave me the knife. “Your love was an arrow, laced with poison.” And I fell for it like the sucker I am. I hope you’re happy, you don’t deserve it. But I’ve gotten use to your stealing. So here, take my happiness. It’s all yours.