Every song on the radio still reminds me of you,
the sad ones now too.
I still think of you every day.
My mind fills up with all the things I'd like to say.
But I'll be okay.
It's not as bad as I thought it'd be.
Not much has changed, really.
When you're not here, I'm still me.
I'm sleeping better, actually,
and I started eating again.
The depression's not as bad as it's been.
Yeah, I'm still a little mad.
Yes, I'm still a little sad.
But of all the heartbreaks I've ever had,
you're not the first,
and you're not the worst.
So if you ever need a real friend, I'm up to the task.
And that's how I'm doing, in case you ever ask.
