I think I'm getting over you.
I think I'm getting there.
I don't want you back as my boyfriend anymore, anyway.
I still miss you though.
It's not a subtle feeling.
It's like walking face first into a brick wall.
It's like in school.
There's those super quiet kids.
They always sit in the front.
They're simply there to do their work and leave,
as unnoticed as possible.
Missing you isn't like that at all.
Missing you is more like those kids in the back.
The popular ones.
The class clowns.
The ones who make sure everyone can hear them.
That's exactly how this is.
The feeling of missing you makes its presence known.
The only difference between it and the class clown
Is that the class clown makes the whole class laugh.
Missing you just brings me down.