I miss him when he’s gone
But can’t stand when he’s Beside me
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Or only more confused?
And when his friends cluster around
I only feel more distant
But when he leaves
I’m lonely
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Or only more confused
Maybe the memory
Shines up the faults
Glistens over mistakes
But maybe it
Just tells the truth
your subconscious
knew all along
He doesn’t seem to notice
All the pain
He causes
Or else
So aloof
He just doesn’t care at all
About anything
No hard feelings
no feelings at all