IN MY MIND...

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end,
Always the end.
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I’ll admit that I was glad that it was over

But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened 
And that we were nothing 
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though

Now you’re just somebody that I used to know…