i can't believe it's gotten to this; how?
your friends talk me more than you do now.
and i can't imagine how one day,
we're talking about our dreams and mistakes,
and the next day, i'm a background character,
begging for larger roles in your life.
i try to call and say something profound,
but i cut the line when you actually pick up.
i listen to old voicemails from you, 2:30 everyday.
i like to hear your voice telling me that it's all okay-
i'd like to pretend that this isn't all my fault anyways.
i walk past your house,
times more often than i'd like to count.
i hope that i can see you, but you never come out.
i want to apologize but i already did so many times.
i want to try harder, but i can't when i'm thinking
about everything i did wrong, every night.
i think that i've finally come to the conclusion,
that i miss you for all the wrong reasons,
but i swear that i love you for all the right ones.
- aftermath
