This sudden space next to me
that I don't know what to do with
where to put; how do I arrange myself
around its edges without falling in?

I hate her taste in music
I miss everything about her
I don't miss her at all

This isn't even about her, it's about how I feel about her
How I felt, how I'll feel
I don't need her for that

I've got my space
I got my space

Everything's fine; I might fall in,
I might jump
I might go for a walk, it's sunny outside