hurt me bad

every day i think about you

and why you had to turn into

my enemy

when all i need's my friend

but the one who used to spend the night

and fall asleep before i

ever had a chance to tell you how

how i felt

every morning when i wake up

i feel the space where your body was

so i won't think or talk or read

instead

i'll grow a beard

that way when you see me pass

and tell you that you want me back

look at me and see how much i've changed

since you left

i don't miss the shows you watch

or think about the way you talk

and when i hear your name

it doesn't hurt

but i still go to our favorite spot

but not because i think that you'll show up

and when the phone rings

i don't hope that it's your call

'cause i don't miss you at all