I look at my reflection.
I don't see myself.
All's I see is a collection,

of molecules and dust.

I drive through the rain,

But I don't hear your name,
Just the echoing of tiny drops,
and breaks that squeak in sudden stops.


This is not a love story. Just a tale about my life.


And I don't miss you at all,
I just miss the feeling of anything at all.
I hope you make your bed, with the blankets weighing down on your head.

The stoplights at every street, remind me of who I used to be,
Before you started to speed to fast to remember to remember me.


I woke up in a dream,
I was in a tall building,
A fire, brewed in Autumn,

and you jumped to the bottom.

I couldn't even scream.

I wasted all my dream,
Running down the spire,
Just to burn down in the fire.


This is not a love story. Just a tale about my life.


And I don't miss you at all,
I just miss the feeling of anything at all.
I hope you make your bed, with the blankets weighing down on your head.

The stoplights at every street, remind me of who I used to be,
Before you started to speed to fast to remember to remember me.


You were always speeding, and now I'm always speeding too.
You were always fleeing the scene, and now I flee.
You were always running away, I was always pleading for you to stay.

Just watch the flames collapse me into two, look how time has turned me into you.

This is not a love story. Just a tale about my life.