How Lonely it Gets, Singing a Song Only Two Know

I think it's your last words that brought me to this day.
the ones that said things I'd never remember,
or shouldn't have,
and yet i think about them to this moment.

is that a bit odd,
that I'm drowning in your memories?
like I'd forgotten how to breathe without them?
isn't that a bit odd,
that the dreams still consist of you,
and the music playing in our background is the one we used to sing?
it's a lot harder when you realize the sun's not shining anymore,
and there's nothing left but the stale taste of failure as you learn to let it go.
we can contemplate it all we like, but in the end

let me tell you:

the last thought on your mind is probably the first on mine,
and I'm lost again singing this love song by myself;
how lonely, it gets, singing a tune only two know.

and in the end, it's like the drugs are pulling me towards you,
a much needed addiction that needs to be put back into rehab.

and yet it's those words that you don't hear unless you're listening;
"i love you"
and suddenly, those words whispered once again
and the sonic waves are crashing down around you, threatening to deafen you.
harsh? baby, you don't know the feeling of harsh until you've tried breathing with a broken heart.