A Few Months

I don't really like you anymore A few months sure my ego is sore Honey, who are you? I thought that it was something you'd escape Stamped out by our phone calls and dates I just wanted you to be true To yourself Even though we're through I care for you You care for me too Soft as you leave Dark as you're gone To need a girl To need a boy To hold my hand To go without I could understand To have a head That's fogged and bruised To know your friends Inhale those fumes