maybe i am missing something
maybe it's the way
i don't miss you
as you open your heart
to me
on our old couch
your eyes red
where we'd spend hours dreaming
or getting high
and laughing together, those were
the times i wouldn't have thought
we'd be here, on this couch
counting our mistakes
and how i try to explain to you
it's not about other men
and what i can get from them
that i can't get from you
because there are so many ways to get lost
in someone
and for once
i'd like to find myself
not on an island
or the sea
or in this room
alone with you
on our old couch
crying because i can't stand you
anymore
how i've grown bigger
than our tiny apartment
and it's not even the way
i didn't think about you
when his arms were around me
and how i don't think about you
when i wake up in the morning
or go to sleep at night
or drink a glass of water
and how you always think of me
when the cat meows
or when you get high
but there's no forgetting
because everytime he looks at me
i think about how much better
this feels
than you
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