From best friends to dead ends
where did you put your old self?
are you hiding out or is there no chance in hell things will ever be the same again?
I can never remember the in-between
It's like time lapsed and turned love to unease
My favorite memories are the ones you don't remember
Should I just try to forget them, too?
because there's nothing left of you to hold onto
when we try to talk there's nothing left to talk about
except how I remember the good times
and how you couldn't care less about me anymore