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Opened my eyes after sleeping on the couch.
I must've been imagining the whole thing.
People weaving in and out of your life like
reckless kids driving on the highway.
Your lips forced in an awkward, fake position,
the scent of a woman failing your lost charm.
Resorting to the same words and phrases.
Was it ever real? A dream?
An illusion.
One in which I deluded myself into thinking
that a summer would last forever,
shattered.
It became so much easier to lie and so much harder to cry.
Numbing myself, looking away from the truth.
Preventing myself from staring into the sun.
I took a bus downtown to where we'd meet
and stared at the spot where I last saw you.
It's funny how you can feel strange and out of place
in the most familiar place.
I got the feeling you were there less than an hour before,
but I don't feel welcome on your side of town no more.
There are some places you can't call home no more.
What gets me is that it was so gradual, so easy to miss.
Easy to overlook.
And we didn't notice until it disappeared and left us empty,
like the broken lovers they never were.
No more staring up at the stars while lying on your car.
There's a point in a man's life when he has to concede defeat
and pack up his bags and leave.
Departure is tomorrow morning.
It's time for me to start over, Ash.
I must've been imagining the whole thing.
People weaving in and out of your life like
reckless kids driving on the highway.
Your lips forced in an awkward, fake position,
the scent of a woman failing your lost charm.
Resorting to the same words and phrases.
Was it ever real? A dream?
An illusion.
One in which I deluded myself into thinking
that a summer would last forever,
shattered.
It became so much easier to lie and so much harder to cry.
Numbing myself, looking away from the truth.
Preventing myself from staring into the sun.
I took a bus downtown to where we'd meet
and stared at the spot where I last saw you.
It's funny how you can feel strange and out of place
in the most familiar place.
I got the feeling you were there less than an hour before,
but I don't feel welcome on your side of town no more.
There are some places you can't call home no more.
What gets me is that it was so gradual, so easy to miss.
Easy to overlook.
And we didn't notice until it disappeared and left us empty,
like the broken lovers they never were.
No more staring up at the stars while lying on your car.
There's a point in a man's life when he has to concede defeat
and pack up his bags and leave.
Departure is tomorrow morning.
It's time for me to start over, Ash.