Yeah— It’s a voice inside her head, but I’m the one that’s singing. To the one that she’s writing, hoping you’ll sing along. You’re the reason she keeps writing, hoping that it finds you. She’s the ghost inside this song— and it’s hiding, trying to find you. And— Even when you’re lying, you know that you miss her. Even when you’re hiding, her words will find you, somewhere out there. But— You left ‘cause you said you had to. This is what’s left after you: sad songs and laughter, dude. She never thought there was “after you.” What you said— it happened, too. You left her but didn’t have to. She remembers what you said. It’s really not that deep. You knew what she’d be. And I know how all this sounds— but I’m really happy you’re not around. So— I wondered what your problem was. Thought you said you didn’t care. You knew she’d make it out of there. You shut the door, so don’t wait for her there. ’Cause— I know this song is unfair. Can’t say that she cares. Life’s just unfair like that. You get to listen and miss out, she gets to listen from my couch. And I sing her songs that heal a piece of her. You really broke my friend— there’s nothing left to say. So this is the end.
