jetfueleatsramen:

i know the way that you move
and i know the things that you'd do to get through to
parts of me, i tend to keep
far away and safe from you, now
i do not long for your arms
and i don't care for your smiles and charm, cause
you're not missed, i'm over this
find new hands to keep yours warm, while

i play nonchelant, and i know
i'm the one you want
i'm sorry if you're hurt
i'm sorry if this hurts,
but i'm immune to your best efforts, so
don't call, don't write
don't think of me tonight, i hope
you sleep with your heart broken
both eyes shut and no words spoken

i never counted the days
from morning you left till the day that you faded
out of sight and out of mind
past my thoughts till nothing stayed, while
you were debating your loss
i spent my days and my nights with a cause
of getting up and moving on
right past where you wish i was, now