I don't think about you, except when I do
Like an aching tooth that only throbs when my tongue moves
And generally, I'm a pretty talkative dude
But lately I feel like I'm talking for two,
Reviewing reruns of us like I'm sifting for truth
Amidst the ******* and deceit, I don't know what hurts the most;
The love that's left, or me being left to argue with a ghost
Chained to a boat with no hope for a coast,
I'm inclined to float, or maybe learn from you and sail out

It was nice seeing you darling, hope you're doing well now