Rain drops on the pavement.
The cold wind blows ahead.
Blank stare while I’m waiting,
for a fading memory.
Everyday’s the same thing,
but a little less of you.
My heavy heart is lifting,
for a thrill of something new.
You made me feel I’m falling
and then I guess I fell.
But down here on the ground
I guess it’s hard to tell.
But it’s strange when I remember,
and it’s strange when I don’t care.
It’s strange to think that
I think I’m over you.
It’s strange to feel not
to feel anything for you,
It’s a change of space, pace
Ways rearranged.
It’s a change of space, pace
Days not the same.
And we’re getting better
at being strangers.
So better that it’s strange.