i could say i don't care;
i could say i deserve her,
if you couldn't last.
but could you come back for a little while?
all the tears in my head,
all the tears in your car.
if i'm riding your brake,
how could you go so far?
and why do i still feel you beside me
and wake just to tell you my dreams?
and why am i so careless reminding
myself it's not so long as it seems?
when she wants to play,
she reminds me of you,
chewing food while you talk.
she's got long black hair and a dimpled chin.
i could say i'm too hurt;
i could say i'm still bleeding,
and not say your name.
and she'll nod and say she doesn't know where i've been.
all the tears in my head
that i don't think i cried.
when you said you were leaving,
why didn't i die?
and why do i still feel you beside me
and turn to tell you careless things?
and why is it painful reminding
myself that she's only a fling?
when i hurt her more,
she reminds me of you,
curling up in a storm.
she's got thick dark lashes and trembling arms.
i could say it's not me;
i could say that she's foolish
if you didn't last.
i could say that it's you doing her all this harm.
all the tears in my head,
all the tears on my face,
and you shouted, "well,
fine, just get out of this place."
and why do i still feel you beside me,
and pinch you to see if i'm dreaming?
and why am i hopeful reminding myself
that this girl will be leaving?
when she walks away,
she'll remind me of you.