Which Is Worse?

Paint a picture, you won't remember or miss her When it's 2043 and you got somewhere new to be You'll ask yourself if it's really such a crime Don't ask, don't tell It's a tale as old as time I can't remember what you sound like I kept your voicemail on a hard drive And sometimes I can't decide if they're a Good thing or a tragedy, the memories (one more time, one more time, ah) They haunt me, I punch the pillow where you used to be lying next to me, oh (one more time, one more time, ah) Fourteen weeks and twenty-seven days They say it comes in waves so I sit around and wait And then I fill my weeks with anything I can I'm playing hide and seek with pictures of the plans we made I can't remember what you sound like They post your picture on the timeline And sometimes I can't decide if they're a Good thing or a tragedy, the memories (one more time, one more time, ah) They haunt me, I punch the pillow where you used to be lying next to me (one more time, one more time, ah) And I try to forget you when it hurts too bad to remember you (one more time, one more time, ah) And I can't decide which is worse (one more time, one more time, ah) Which is worse? Which is worse? Which is worse?