You Wish It Were Her
but you do, don't you?
you don't have to say it
because I know you.
it's in the letters you wrote her while with me
you wrote about all the little things
from the past and all the memories,
the happiness she would bring.
you wrote about the future too
the things that are left behind and what they should be,
about how you've rewritten it a million times and now it's overdue.
it's not just in the letters
it's the way you behave my dear
one after one after another
downing those beers.
you drown yourself in it
because she's gone,
you even have it on replay in your car,
those songs.
I've been with five girls since you've left
but none of them compare
maybe?
they do all the things she did
but it's not the same is it, baby?
she's not gone, not fully
it's written all over your face
the bed, the cars, the dogs,
it's all 'our place.'
you're only moving on because you have to
because of what you've done,
but I am not her and that's not what you want
I am just another girl to fill the void
just for fun.
