I set two cups out half asleep, Then put yours back up on the shelf. It's been a month since you moved out. I haven't felt much like myself. My friends text, “We're outside. Come down.” I nearly send the same excuse. I leave your sweatshirt on the bed And text them back, “Give me a few.” I want me back, I want me back, Singing too loud and losing track. I still miss you, but here's the truth— There's more to me than missing you. Me back, Me back, I want me back. I want me back. I still missed you when I got home, But I was glad I'd gone.
