And so I’m walking around with you in my head.
Having my inner walls covered with your photographs and
your voice whispering in my ears.

I’m forced to admit that I knew this would happen.
That I kicked you out of my life but not out of my mind.
You were more than just a friend to me and
no one I could easily forget.
Just count the times I’ve cried for you and
all those times you kept me awake whole night.
Lost in my sweaty sheets,
blinded by memories, anxiety
and fictitious promises.

I remember you said that you were
throwing all my stuff away.
And in a desperate grasp for your attention
I claimed that you never tried to fix my heart
after you’ve broken it…
I don’t remember if you did or not.
And I’m too afraid to open up our archives.
Afraid that I will find that
you did everything you could
and
I was just a spoiled little kid
who knew nothing about the world or
how to treat my friends right.

And so I’m walking around with you in my head.
Having a conversation with myself,
pretending that we’re talking face to face.
I know that it’ll never happen.
I guess that doesn’t matter.
‘Cause you’re already filling my head
with whispers I create myself.