How does no one understand that I can’t press resume?

That I’m waiting for the light to turn green

And gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles are white?

How does no one understand that even with a mug of coffee, laughing with other friends,

I’m reminded of the times we laughed together?

Now that you’re gone it’s hard to go back to life before.

Now that you’re gone it’s hard to press resume.

It’s like all the air has left my lungs.

It hurts to know I’ve lost you and all the future we had.

It hurts to know you’ll laugh and have fun with someone else,

That in time you’ll forget about me,

But I’ll never forget you.

Now that you’re gone, it’s hard to go back to life before.

I just need to press resume,

To keep going,

To move on and be happy where I’m at.

But I constantly see reminders of you everywhere.

I’m tired of thinking about you.

I just need to press resume.