I know there is going to be a day where I will be able to sit on my basement couch and not think of all the nights you had spent on it.
I will be able to eat my favorite foods again without thinking of you.
I'll be able to sleep in my bed, alone, without feeling lonely because I had used to sleep alone only two days out of the week.
I'll be able to walk through a nice town with lights stringing in the trees without thinking about how we used to walk hand in hand
for days together.
I will be able to sit in my car and look at the passenger seat without picturing you sitting there with tears welling in your eyes saying
"I can't do this anymore."
I will come alive again.
I always do.

I miss the way things used to be
Back when it was just you and me
In the backroom, smoking a doobie
Making love better than they do in the movies
Showing each other crazy new things
Giggling, we were always laughing
Holding each other like otherwise we had nothing

Now, i sit here all alone
I only see you through my phone
It's been so long now you've been gone
And we're both finally almost grown
And neither of us has wanted to move on
I thank God I get to call you my own
And right now I can't stop staring
                       at your picture on my phone

I often ponder whether I'd rather have had you pretend to love me
Until the end of my short life
Or if I should be thankful
That I will not die believing your lies