You say you miss the friendship we had
Girl I do too but I still love you as I grow a stranger to you
Becoming a ghost with no hope
You no longer love me
For all the things we’ve been through
But as I lie in this room
All I ever do is think of you
The house was alive with your footfalls and sounds
Now it’s hard to contrive how to live in this house
No more new faces, burnt complacent, stay inside
I wish your love was like the music
So when it got done I could listen to it
I have the option to restart it
Before you left and we both left broken-hearted
I say some mean and hurtful things when I’m hurt and angry and I know that’s something I really have to work on, because some of the things I saw I truly don’t mean which is even worse.