Screw-up

I can't hear you
Above the static in my mind.
I never catch you 'til you're gone,
Only ever hear you on rewind.

The future is just a reflection
Of a past that's already dead.
And I'm sick of always looking back,
Holding on to a dwindling thread.

You told me that you would always wait:
"This is forever, no matter how long it takes.
Well guess what, 'honey'? I'm through with fate
And I'm done with you, for both our sakes.

But I'm here, of course, if ever your needs be
Waiting right here, right where you left me.