I drove through Berlin tonight
Straight shot down the highway and through my chest
And I thought about missing you and the meaning of the word futile
I walked around this rainy college campus
On a Sunday for three hours
I thought about home and how you wouldn’t be there
And I thought of me and how you just don’t care
But I could swear I saw your reflection
In the puddle of rain on the concrete
You were standing next to me and your lips were on my cheek
And I can swear I feel the dissection
Of the whole me when you leave
And I’ve grown to hate this connection that I weave
I drowned you in alcohol last night
But you poked air holes through my chest
You fought hard to maintain your place in my heart and on my mind
Connections wearing thin