A comedy

who do I cry to?

its like an accent I can't place

like a shoe that doesn't fit

the solution seems simple, but I'm frozen in doubt

I don't miss you, I long for you

your side of the bed has been filled

its not about you, you're such a cliche

the eyes locked to mine on the subway lines

the looks as I pass you by

I can't get enough of you

yet my heartaches for them all

the camera flashes, they disappear

gone just as fast

so I'm here, and you're somewhere

wondering, how many times, will be the last?