I've put my life on hold 
The view of my cigarette smoke passes the time
Patting myself on the back for not being bold 
The days before you left, I threw on my oldest clothes so you would distance yourself from me
It was easier to push you away than to keep myself away from you 

Maybe I'll cut the grass because the sound of summer and the memories of your voice are driving me insane 
Trying to hang with you is my most lost bet 
What I don't get, is that I'm not even missing you yet 

Everything is normal 
Life is still the same
I have to work for the next 6 days 
I'll never have a reason again to ever say your name 
The day I miss you, is when I'll observe happy people my age in summer's stellar rays