I watched that woman from the ground
I saw the labor in her breath
Saw her considering the edge
Before she jumped
And I never made a sound
Now I've got something I could say
It's taken years to write this way but it's true
I wonder:
Do you think about me all the time
The way I wish I never thought of you?
I put meaning into things
With no meaning inherently
I'm interpreting dreams
Retconning memories
Retracing all my steps
In search of some release
But there's so much work left to be done
And we'll both refuse to be the one who starts
'til we're gone from here
Because we'd rather let it fester for a decade
And just hope it disappears
The last time that we spoke
At that Wal-Mart on the Oregon coast
That's where you said that things would change
And wouldn't you know it?
They were never really the same
A façade began to form that night
And now I see that person was consumed
Who am I talking to?
Just a cosplay of the woman
Who would help me rub the ointment on my wounds
Now I've got something I could say
It's taken years to write this way but it's true
I wonder:
Do you think about me all the time
The way I wish I never thought of you?