I want to feel indifferent to this situation
I want to not have to pretend that none of this matters to me in the slightest.
I want to see you on the street and not wonder where you're going or where you are coming from.
I rode ten miles last night with nowhere to go
tried to clear my head but what do you know?
It was clouded with thoughts of how on earth I managed to fuck up yet again.
You used the old, "it's not you, it's me"
at least I could sense some honesty
but that doesn't fill my empty bed
and it doesn't make things right inside my head
I've got my friends
I've tied up loose ends
I'm making a name for myself
but nothing's the same since I've taken your picture off the shelf