It can be so strange reminiscing on past loves.
What did you see in them all along?
They weren't one in a million, fool,
narrow vision and pathetic clinginess
forcing you into a tunnel where you thought they were the one and the last.
Let's stop lying to ourselves.
Which of us needed a slap back to reality,
and which was already on it, in it?
Now everyone's miles ahead,
but I'd found my footing again,
tuned into the lost song that I remember now