by Gavin DeGraw
dreams. that’s where i have to go to see your beautiful face anymore.
i stare at a picture of you, and listen to the radio.
hope there’s a conversation that we both admit what we had is good.
but until then it’s alienation. i know, that much is understood.
and i realize if you ask me how i’m doing, i would say i’m doing just fine.
i would lie and say that you’re not on my mind.
but i go out and i sit down at a table set for two
and finally i’m forced to face the truth:
no matter what i say, i’m not over you
damn. damn you do it well. and i thought you were innocent.
took this heart and put it through hell. still, you’re magnificent
i’m a boomerang.
cuz it dont matter how you throw me, i’d turn around and i’m back in the game.
even better than the old me.
but i’m not even close without you.
this is the phase i’m currently undergoing. not necessarily gloomy though, i’m getting back on my feet :-) but at times, thoughts of him still creep into mind. i miss him.
