In the days, weeks, and months that followed the end of it all
I sat alone in a gray house, watching myself fall
How do I say this?
They must have thought
It couldn't have been that simple
Walking past you in the strawberry cafe while you thrived and I crumbled
We somehow stayed in contact, though we both knew it was wrong
For I'm just a sad boy who's still holding on to the words from your letters
That I always believed were true
Now I'm left with lies and broken promises
I wish I hated you
But of course, I can't; you're in my dreams
Melatonin medicine put me to sleep
I'm happier alone, I tell myself, but that's a lie
and the hill of healing is steep
I'm sorry you lost the spark, and thus we were done
I'm forever in a grieving hour
Give me one more trip around the sun