Something Borrowed, Something Used

I walked past the park today; it’d be a lie to say I wasn’t looking for you.
The smell of spring nauseated me and no one would tell me how you are or where you are.
Not that I would ask, I just know how your friends are, they never liked me much.

Remember I said that to you and you said you never liked me much either?
I didn’t have to see that guilty look to know it was a lie.

I nearly laughed, if I hadn’t already been hurt so badly.

I remember the way you had kissed me, so many times.
The hurt in your eyes said you already missed me.
I missed you every moment I couldn’t hold you, not that you cared.
I figured that I even missed you before I met you.

Where do you go on late nights?
Why can’t I tell you I miss the way your body fits against mine.
Because I can’t find you.
Goddamnit.
I can’t find you….