Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die.
Told myself that you were right for me
But that was love and it’s an ache.
I still remember…
You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end.
So, when we found that we could not make sense
Well, you said that we would still be friends
But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing.
You treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough,
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know…—