A Few Months

I don’t really like you anymore
A few months sure my ego is sore
Honey, who are you?
I thought that it was something you’d escape
Stamped out by our phone calls and dates
I just wanted you to be true
To yourself
Even though we’re through
I care for you
You care for me too
Soft as you leave
Dark as you’re gone
To need a girl
To need a boy
To hold my hand
To go without
I could understand
To have a head
That’s fogged and bruised
To know your friends
Inhale those fumes