Disconnect-Man Overboard

I drove through Berlin tonight.
Straight shot down the highway and through my chest.
And I thought about missing you and the meaning of the word futile.
I walked around this rainy college campus
On a Sunday for three hours.

I thought about home and how you wouldn’t be there.
And I thought of me and how you just don’t care.

But I could swear I saw your reflection
In the puddle of rain on the concrete.
You were standing next to me and your lips were on my cheek.
And I can swear I feel the dissection
Of the whole me when you leave.
And I’ve grown to hate this connection that I weave.

I drowned you in alcohol last night.
But you poked air holes through my chest.
You fought hard to maintain your place in my heart and on my mind.

But I could swear I saw your reflection
In the puddle of rain on the concrete.
You were standing next to me and your lips were on my cheek.
And I can swear I feel the dissection
Of the whole me when you leave.
And I’ve grown to hate this connection that I weave.

Connections wearing thin

But I could swear I saw your reflection
In the puddle of rain on the concrete.
You were standing next to me and your lips were on my cheek.
And I can swear I feel the dissection
Of the whole me when you leave.
And I’ve grown to hate this connection…
I don’t remember anything after that.

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