Occasionally when I'm feeling the blues
I pull out our old conversations and pretend I'm still talking to you
I go through the motion of typing each word
All over again
As if it was the first time, not the last
Sometimes the words change
I form new messages in my brain
And my fingers do the talking
But I never send them... I wouldn't dare
Sending them means I still care
That it still bothers me
And it doesn't still bother me
It never stopped bothering me
But I have to act like it doesn't
And that
That is what bothers me
Seeing you smile bothers me
Hearing you laugh bothers me
Watching you out with our friends bothers me
Picturing you holding her bothers me
It all bothers me....
Because I'm not apart of any of it
And that...
That is what bothers me
