Day 8: God That Was Strange To See You Again

Dec 8, 2004 · 2 minute read

Stars — Your Ex-Lover Is Dead

When there’s nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.

God, that was strange to see you again Introduced by a friend of a friend. Smiled and said “Yes, I think we’ve met before” In that instant it started to pour.

Captured a taxi despite all the rain We drove in silence across Prunchard Plain All the time you thought I was sad I was trying to remember your name.

This scar is a flak on my porcelain skin Tried to reach deep but you couldn’t get in. Now you’re outside me, you see all the beauty Repent all your sin.

It’s nothing but time and a face that you lose I chose to feel it and you couldn’t choose I’ll write you a postcard; I’ll send you the news From the house down the road From real love.

Live through this, and you won’t look back Live through this, and you won’t look back Live through this, and you won’t look back.

There’s one thing I want to say, so I’ll be brave You were what I wanted; I gave what I gave I’m not sorry I met you. I’m not sorry it’s over I’m not sorry there’s nothing to say.

I’m not sorry there’s nothing to say.