rumor has it

I didn’t play you.
And for the millionth time
You won’t believe a word I say.

I miss you. I need you. And I’m spending another night thinking about you, and us, listening to your cd, reminiscing about how happy we were, and how much happier you are without me now.. And it makes me feel worthless and like shit and there’s nothing anybody can do to make me feel better.