Illusions of her, her hair, her wrist.
Everything she stood for, it wasn’t right, immoral even
I didn’t know what she meant.
I looked for her, I found her
In the silliest of places
The roads, 4 A.M. fog

At night, she came to me
Suddenly, she said things to me
I didn’t know what she meant.

I promised her I would still look for her
I tried to find her
In other’s words
Other’s thoughts

I didn’t find her,
I gave up.
I didn’t look for her.
She gave up on me.

I spent my evenings wondering
She spent her’s somewhere else
I still question what she looks like,
But only when no one else is around

I don’t let her get to me because she was a weight
That pulled me down

But something about not having her
It’s a pain, a lonely crown

I’ll see her in movies, but it’s connections, nothing real
I’ll see her in other’s, a smile, a hair

I’ll hear her in radio stations,
In the white noise sound.