it's a terrible love

I’m going to miss you I’m going to miss you and it’s going to be as easy as breathing I know it’ll be there like background noise Like sirens in the city It’ll go like this: I’ll wake up, and I’ll open my eyes, and I’ll think: I miss you, I miss you, I miss you. And if it’s hard to breathe for a couple seconds, then I’ll get a fucking inhaler. I’ll eat breakfast and work on trying to forget your favorite cereal I’ll go to work and ignore the way the guy on the subway smells just like you or the girl on the street that smokes the same brand of cigarettes as you As if to fucking spite me I’ll drink coffee and feel my hands shake so that I know they’re shaking from the caffeine, too. I’ll eat dinner in front of my TV at night and watch the shows that you hate Or on my worst days I’ll watch your favorite movie in the dark And then I’ll crawl into the bed without you And I’ll think: I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.