It's like your eyes can see right through me
in every photograph of you
One look is all it takes
and then I don't know what to do

I've convinced myself you know for sure
all the thing's I've tried to hide
And by never saying anything
I know what you would decide

So I'll save myself the trouble
and you the angst of saying no
let's just pretend this never happened
and now I'll turn and go

Sometimes I think I have it tough
that nothing goes my way
and I'm blinded to the real ****
that others have come their way

But its not until you sit and think
and listen to your friends
that you realise things aint so bad
at least you have **** that ends

For them it truly is a case
of not raining til it pours
like life's intent on rubbing salt
into all their open sores

so in future I'll be thankful
that my **** it aint so bad
and try to be better friend
to those who've never had

Unchained melody
will always remind me of that dance

Joan Armatrading's Heaven
will always take me to that glance.

And Lady Antebellum
will always make me think of you

There's even memories associated
with a Wham track or two

Good memories and bad
I've songs for laughter, love and tears

Such is the soundtrack to my life
at least the first forty years.

The memory of you,
still haunts me every day.
Mental images of you and I,
that just won't go away.

Sometimes they are a comfort,
and others not so much.
The scent of you still lingers,
as does the feeling of your touch.

I struggle to find memories,
of things I used to do,
that do not contain such ghosts,
that are not of me and you.

Since you left it has been difficult,
to move forward on my own,
but instead of just diminishing,
these memories have grown.

I need someone to come and save me
because then and only then
will the ghost of you be exorcised
freeing me to start again

Is this love?
Is that the source of all this pain
Outside the sun is shining
but inside it feels like rain.

Is this love?
The rising pulse and creeping smile
When my phone rings and I know its you
and we've not spoken for a while

Is this love?
Is that the source of all my doubt
The constant longing to be with you
while being forced to be without

Is this love?
Falling asleep while on the phone
but waking up with a smile
knowing somehow I'm not alone

Is this love?
Feeling that feeling so alive
That one comes when were together
and when apart does not survive

Perhaps it is
Perhaps all of this is love
In which case the answer's not yes or no
but all of the above

I think I'll have a dinner party
and I'll invite myself
to see what it is that others see
maybe that will help

I mean I look into the mirror
and I see me looking back
and sometimes in my head
myself and I we have a chat

But thats really not the same
there really is no doubt
that what I see in my reflection
is not what you see from without

So I thought that we could sit down
over dinner me and I
And get to know me better
as if through someone elses eye

Well the invitations been extended
and I provisionally accept
but you'll have to read the sequel
to see what happens next....

I hate not missing you
does it mean that you don't care
when I check missed calls upon my phone
and your number isn't there

Of course I wish we'd spoken
and missing calls is hardly good
but at least I'd know you tried to reach me
like I thought you said you would

With every text that I receive
I check and hope that its from you
but its always from someone else
and again I've not missed you

Perhaps its not an oversight
perhaps you're just not missing me
so when you're back in a couple of days
I guess that's the time we'll see

But until then every vibe and beep
will have me hoping for you name
because I really hate not missing you
and I miss you just the same.