I've been making my peace,
or maybe only pretending to
I had my made up my mind
You were gone for good
No more thoughts,
no more dreams.

Just friends,
only friends,
I'll repeat it to myself
and be forced to face reality.

I got home that night
After thinking all my overthought thoughts
And you had called.
I lost my thoughts
My thoughts of you being gone

I don't understand you
and I cannot comprehend
One day you're here,
the next you're not.
It makes me sick
to try to figure you out.

It's hard to explain how I'm getting by,
Or am I?