She said she found a nice boy.
He’s probably, let's be honest, much cooler than me.
Probably wears better leather jackets
And listens to more obscure indie rock than i do.
I should be happy, right?
Thats what im feeling?
Why on earth would i want someone to be alone?
Yet here I am,
Listening to Brand New
Thinking of you,
And how we drifted apart.
Was it my fault?
747 miles doesn't seem so far when you take a jet,
But missing you feels like forever,
And my cup is filled to the brim with shameful regret.
Is it wrong that i care about you just enough to nag at the back of my mind?
That with every playthrough of Deja Entendu and Science Fiction,
You seem to claw at the dark, uncharted corners, where i was most blind.
How do i tell you that i'll be fine, when we both know how i've been,
And how that is a far cry from the actual truth?
How do i tell you that i've been obsessed with knowing that you are happy,
Because it secretly kills me to know you are doing great without me?
How ****** up is that?
I need to know you are ok so i can't be.
Seems pretty backwards.