I’m writing to you, right there, on the other side
you aren’t here, not the ghost that is in between this fake ink
I write to you, that other part of me, you’ve been distant
we knew each other so well before, didn’t we?
I remember in a way, but i was hoping you would recall better
I was looking at you through it all, and i saw your soul sweating
awkward turns and social skills out the window
crawling back in and saying your important words
I’m stiff as a board without you
I’ll work on it

I don’t miss you, but i would like to see you
hear from you, deal with you
have a chat or two

I could be your best, the pride of your day
but i wouldn’t want it that way
and neither would you

I’ve learned a lot since we last shook hands
I’m glad you’re there reading to me, you can fill in what you want
I wouldn’t feel wrong about you dismissing this
but we do know each other, in a way

I’ve been with you this whole time
when you felt your worst, when i felt mine
When you were crippled in your bedroom
that near death feeling
you knew it was all beautiful
but it all seemed so sad