Hi, I'm writing you these lines
Because tonight I'm sad and worthless
Since I've got time, I'm sorting stuff
I guess you're doing fine too
Because I think about the two of us
It means I still love you
That we weren't headed the right way
But that's just common sense
I think back to all the stuff
I have to get used to the idea
That you'll end up replacing me
I think back to the time we spent
By your side without kissing you
I regret it and tell myself
I finished our show without you
You were right, Walt dies at the end
I found photos of the two of us
From the very first months
It hurts too much to keep them
So I'm sending them back to you
Do whatever you want with them
At worst you'll throw them in the fire
At best you'll cross me out with a marker
And then you'll put them at the bottom
Where we adored each other without fail
To stop dreaming of another life
From comparing her to you
When I'm with another girl
With time, I'm recovering
The problem is you're there
As soon as I close my eyes
I regret it and tell myself