I guess deep down
In the parts of me
I try to ignore
As best I can
I will admit
There are nights
Where I begin
To ache
Missing
Whatever the hell it was
That we had
That "flirtationship"
I don't know what it was
But I know
It sure hurt like hell
When you told me
That you loved her
And I discovered
That all those months
I'd spent on you
Were a waste
Because you loved her
The whole time
Well tonight
Is one of those nights
Where I really
kind of
I guess
sort of
miss you
...more than I care to confess

Place your hand upon my chest.
It reminds me how it feels when it's mended.
Then use it to cradle your head while you rest.
The worst of it, like the day, has ended.