I remember that time you said it was kinda cute that I listened to classical music. I didn't get he thought process behind it but that was ok

I remember when I first kissed you and you got all red and you did that cute little smile you do

I can't remember the last time I had a nights sleep without you being a part of my dreams

But that's all I've got of you. Memories

I don't think It's neither of our faults that that's the case

Or maybe it's both our faults

Regardless of either I wish this wasn't the case I wish I could spend time with you

But misery is wasted on the miserable the real love is this lonesome sadness and the emptiness

This is the best part

The sad part will be when I don't miss you anymore

And you're just another tally on the wall