You ask me where I’ve been
I wonder what it matters
I wonder why you should care at all
I wonder what you see
when you look through me
I feel like a ghost in my own home
Oh but weren’t the old days grand
our lives together like love letters in the sand
raise a glass to the past
but don’t look through
to a time when you loved me and I loved you
I go out walking
you stay home talking
those people on the phone know more about me than I do
I hear your laughter
don’t hear what you say after
but I hear that the joke’s all over town
chorus
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Notes/Memo
once tagged as (or: Dysfunction at the Junction)
