I cried about you Tuesday, I was wrecked, I won't pretendThen I woke up Wednesday morning and I felt the tide just bendI deleted the whole thread, I unfollowed every traceI felt a single tear and then a smile spread on my faceBlock, delete, brunchThat's the whole recovery plan and honestly it works a bunchBlock, delete, brunchMimosas with my real ones, I don't miss you even onceMy friends pulled up in minutes, they did not even need the callThe kind of love that shows up is the only love at allI gave a moving speech about my growth, then checked, you watched my story, haBlock, delete, brunchThat's the whole recovery plan and honestly it works a bunchAnd the truth is I'm okay now, not performing, really fineThe situationship just taught me what I'm worth and where's the lineI want the real thing now, the morning-stays, the named, the wholeAnd I'll wait for that, no settling, right after one more mimosa for the soulTo me. To the real ones. To never doing that again. Probably
