Maybe the sound of your voice
does still send shivers down my spine
and make smiles form on my face
even though I'm still mad
at whatever you did the last time
that hurt like hell
but looking at me -
I know you can't tell...

Listening as I laugh
at the bad jokes you tell
over my attempts at good days
just because you can
and it amuses you to do so
and nobody knows like
I know
still do I let this
reaping the seeds
I choose to sow...

Maybe I loved all that was broken
inside your faith that I forgot
to pay attention to what you'd
molded yourself to be anyway
thinking it actually mattered
sometimes what I had to say
that this could have been real
and not just more of the games
that people like us
are prone to play...

That's not to say
I don't get why we not one
still if ever we were
and I am with dude
and you with her
these pictures of reality
I see without a blur
and I'm riding the line
accepting we had our time
and it's nothing if
I still am inspired by you
for a couple lines...

Maybe I do miss you
but that ain't the same
as wanting you back
or to ever again
feel like that
at least this way
the pain is the same tomorrow
as it was today
and yesterday
and not finding new ways
to dig deeper
like the things
you used to say...

so maybe I do miss you
but that's a feeling
I resolved to the notion
is just gonna stay.