one of our mutual friends brought up your name the other night and i got so angry that he would mention you. i told him i was mad at you and he couldn’t understand why i felt that. i told him i didn’t want to talk about it and i had another sip of beer.
why is it that i’m so upset with you?
the thought that you could mean as much to someone else as you meant to me and i don’t even know it. i could be sitting here, thinking about how great it will be when we’re back together, yet you’re over there in someone else’s arms and i’m not even a passing thought.
i hate that i don’t matter to you anymore. that might not be true though.
i hate that i don’t know if i matter to you anymore.
if you don’t come back, that might be for the best.