The Lost Weekend
I guess you can just go on day to day and not think of me. I don't hear your voice, or see you, and it's like you've vanished completely. I guess that's what is comfortable for you, I thought you would've moved the pawn by now. You're just as resilient as you can be, a recluse to me, and I am baffled. I just don't know how to understand or translate all of this. I'm trying to just step back and sort everything out. It's been two weeks since we've even really spoke to eachother, I hate missing you and feeling like maybe you don't feel the same way. I don't know why people make it so hard for you to love them. Why do I worry about people who obviously don't worry about me?