One two and three I can see exactly where you ruined me
and usually a grudge but i loved so much the way we touched and psuedo-kissed oh i already miss you singing like this over the phone every now and every then i tend to pretend i'm not alone
Everyday I mark a huge X on the calendar and it's starting to sink in, but unfortunately for both of us it isn't going to hit you until I call you up and say "Hi, my flight leaves in an hour, I guess this is goodbye?" I'll listen to Braid and for 13hours I'll try to read a stack of magazines, one novel and an old diary. Then the chapter will be closed and I'll start something new and maybe I'll write about it on plain white paper, and it'll look better in an envelope that I'll never mail.