I'll be right out,
Just give me a minute
Because I need to hide the tears
That I certainly wasn't just crying
And attempt to look like
Everything's fine

Here, but not really
Only half awake
Stuck in a rut
day after day

Dealing in unspeakable ways
no way to get out
I don't want to do what they say
I just want to leave.

Hes the only reason to stay
but should that be enough?

I want to believe you don't think of her
but sometimes,
you bring her up.

It's not that we can't talk about it
but it may be
more often than I'd like.

Then again,
you tell me things,
everything,
and it makes it
okay.

Because at the end of the day,
I know
you love
me
more than you ever could have loved
her.