I can tell myself that there's nothing missing
That my life isn't hell knowing you're not in it
It's mind over matter, you never mattered much
I can tell myself that the dirty dishes
Stacked up in the sink have nothing to do with
The feeling that you're gone
How you gave up on us

When my eyes are starting to stream
I say it's just my allergies
But I'm so tired pretending that I'm fine