when was the last time
you reached into a mirror
to get a grasp of someone
other than a stranger?

Now, it is time to say goodbye
Between the pristine blur of the trenches
The sanguine green of your kitchen
We must all learn the word
Goodbye

i see your silhouette
at every stoplight
like an apparition
like the ghost you became to me

but why didn't you say a final thing in closing?
(aren't business deals kind of your thing?)
why ask a question and fade away?

i want to be mad
(and sometimes i am)
but i can't be for long
you showed me
how to like me

maybe it was damage control
before the damage was done
got me on your hook
and ripped it out before
you left for good

i want to be sad
(and sometimes i still am)
but i can't be for long
you're chasing your dream
and you say you want the same for me