dreams. that's where i have to go
to see your beautiful face anymore,
i stare at a picture of you, and listen to the raido, hope. hope
there's a conversation. we both admit we had it good, but
until then it's alienation, i know. that much is understood.
&i realize.
if you ask me how i'm going, i would say i'm doing just
fine. i would lie and say that you're not on my mind. but i
go out, and i sit down, at a table set for two, and finally
i'm forced to face the truth, no matter what i say
i'm
not over you.