i thought that it would be enough
to have you by my side,
but our paths are weaving-wavering
like two trains about to collide.

maybe i'm supposed to care
when you're yelling about my lies,
but i've never shed an honest tear,
i haven't even tried.

i thought that you would be enough,
but selfish thoughts won out the race;
now i'm screwing this wasted-corner-whore
and blocking out her face.

maybe i'm supposed to care
when i feel my eyes are wet,
but instead i'm feeling nothing--
i guess i don't miss you (yet).