I find myself staring into the distance
I wouldn’t be surprised if it worked out
That I was looking in your direction
Not that it really means anything
But those are the kind of meaningless coincidences
That tend to give me the illusion
That my life actually matters somehow
As I sit here and try to figure you out
For the hundred millionth time
Why, though?
I’m sure you’re out there somewhere
Living it up as best you can
Surrounded by family
And the boyfriend I pushed you back to
Not even giving a passing thought
To the guy that just wanted the best for you
While I have plenty of time to think
To obsess and self-torture
To hope you’re doing well
Right before I start cursing your name again
Another moment gone by
With me lost in a pointless dream
Of what might have been
While you’re wherever are
Enjoying the results of the choices you made
While I wallow in regret