I don't miss him right now.
He was a figment of my imagination.
So there's no reason to miss him.
I can visit him anytime.
He's just behind my eyes.
He was never there.

You've left a gaping wound in me.
I'm still measuring the hole.
When did you stop smiling at me?
How long did I know?

I was right,
I was right,
I was always right.
Why didn't I listen to myself the first time?

They've trained us not to listen to ourselves.
They prey on our generosity— we assume the best— for love.