The pulses silenced out the imbetween
I only heard the highs
Your absence is deafening,
I fucking meant it every time
Did I follow the steps all right?
Were you only painted by numbers?
Was I out of line when I told you how it hurt?
Am I dead? Or did I dream it all?
Not sure which is worse
If the truth is only relative,
Does that mean you meant it?
Did you mean it?
Does it matter?
Your absence is throbbing
Better take a cold shower