i've got this sick neccesity to know where you are, what you're doing.
i've got all this hate and all this grief that says i don't care, i don't.
i've got this craving for your mocking laughter, your sarcastic smile.
i've got all these feelings and nowhere to put them.
i've got all these tears and no reason to cry them.

because can you really grieve over something you never had?
and really, what if it was all a lie?
what if it was all a lie?
tell me how it was for you.
i promise not to cry.
i'm comfortable in my misery.

my glovebox is filled with so much music that isn't fit for listening.
my trunk is filled with so many clothes that don't fit me, anyway.
my heart is filled with so much of you there isn't room for anyone else.
my life is filled with so much that isn't you, i can't help but forget you.

but the sun goes down, and i remember doing nothing but driving.
i remember endless bickering and games of padiddle.
i remember singing, laughing when i told you i liked the way you sing.
i remember hugs, in the car at first. then outside my car.
and then i remember embraces i never wanted to end.
i remember, "see you later," and my whispered goodbye.

but i don't remember when all of it stopped.
you lied, last time.
i haven't seen you later.
and, as a whole?
i'm doing just fine.