I've paced around in empty parking lots with myself and a guitar. And I spent almost 9 years thinking about you. And now you're gone.
And everybody says the same thing. They say they think I've lost my mind. And I was counting stars on the overpass, baby. But I was just wasting time.
She said, "Boy, you almost had it. But you were just too blind to see." She said, "Right when I wanted you was when you gave up on wanting me."
She told me I wrote too many uncomfortable poems. Said I was too busy being alone. She asked me why I never seemed to notice how she sang along to every unhappy song.
Her eyes gazed off in to nothing and I knew I should have said something but I didn't say anything at all.
It was all private screaming but was masked as day dreaming but she left and she didn't say a word.
