I can feel the space behind my eyes
Pulsing with grief over years gone by
I never knew how much it hurt to say that I don't miss her
But every time I say her name, I can feel my throat blister
Why is it so hard to forget the past?
How long can regret and longing possibly last?
It seems like just yesterday I saw her fall to pieces at goodbye
Leaving me alone to forever question why
I know that, when together, we are caustic
Eroding away our lives outside
I believe in us, but I must be somewhat agnostic
Left not knowing if what I'm believing in are lies
At this point either way it's far too late
To try to mend the rips all down our seams
But sometimes I feel we could somehow reclaim the good times
If only in my own psychotic dreams.