Do you know what it’s like to see her in your dreams?
Her smile, or her laugh?
To imagine everything she did or could have done?
Do you know what it’s like to see her behind your eyes as you hold them?
Layers shed, halfway through, and all of a sudden there she is.
I’m with him, but she’s here too,
And there’s nothing I can do about it.
Do you know what it’s like to see her face?
You imagine everything you want to do, it’s so vivid you can almost taste it.
Revenge would be sweet.
Maybe if others knew, your blood wouldn’t boil.
Maybe if you were vindicated, you could fall asleep without seeing them.
Maybe you could go back to pretending things are perfect, with the same conviction you had before.
Maybe if you tore up her life,
The way she smiled at you as she tore up yours,
You could sleep through the night.