Confused At Best

Now and then I think about when we were together. I told myself that you were right for me, but felt so lonely in your company. You said that you had let her go, and that I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know. But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember. I think I got addicted to a certain kind of sadness. When we found that we could not make sense, well you said that we couldn’t be friends. And I’ll admit that I was glad it was over. But you didn’t have to cut me off, make out like it never happened and that we were nothing. I didn’t even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough. Now you’re just somebody that I used to know.