We spoke twice today.
I feel you didn’t listen.
I didn’t have much to say
so I guess you didn’t miss much
but I missed you,
every day this year.
A shame, a god damn shame
but I hope to never drop a tear
at least not in your name again,
but hope is only that
and sometimes that’s just not enough
and it’s a shame, a god damn shame
but here I am and acting tough
at least, I am
until the moment passes.