Do you remember me the way I do? Of course you don't It's interesting to see, though You miss me, But how? Who was I with you? Was I delicate and not fragile? Was I missing pieces and not broken? Your perspective of me is clouded by rose colored clouds Am I a one way ticket to what you thought we were? Sugar coated sweet nothings Stained my lips in the past I was consumed with doubts That you fed not tamed We covered each others bruises with flowers, Hoping it will make them beautiful But flowers are not forever And so I saw them wither I don't know who you miss, But I do not think it is me
She told me she missed me tonight. I don't know who she was talking about. She remembers a different me.