So I walk, yeah I walk this street down
To where I left him lost and confused
Counting steps counting 1 2 3 4
Random thought: measure my distance to you
Oh it still burns, the strongest recollection
Of a cold long night with you
The night, the world stopped turning
And I lost my connection
With whatever real life means to you
So I talk, yeah I talk to myself
The kinda talk I really should have had with you
But since you don't respond when I yell
I'm thinking I'm a better
Listener than you
Oh it still burns, the strongest recollection
Of a cold long night with you
The night, the world stopped turning
And I lost my connection
With whatever real life means to you
What it means to you
I'll be fine, never been better
I've got so much time on my hands
I have wine and you've got her,
I really wouldn't mind us being friends.

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