Anyway

I am living in the same place you last saw me

The windows remain undressed

The room remains wide open

With the ancient boxes serving as desks

I am roaming the halls where you last left me

Passing the white and black space

Passing the hills of tomes on the floor

With thoughts of that old battered bookcase

Like living in a mausoleum

Like living in a breathing tomb

I’m holding court for the ghosts of yesterday

Playing to an audience of no one in the room

I am not missing you at all

There is no reason to at all

I am not thinking of the past

I know that it won't last

Anyway…

I am living in the same place you last left me

Though many things are not the same

The little gifts have all been thrown away

No trace that you remain or ever even came

I am roaming the same halls where you last saw me

With the understanding of what was untrue

With the knowledge that my love was only built

A construction that I created out of you

Like living in a mausoleum

Like living in a breathing tomb

I’m holding court for the ghosts of yesterday

Playing to an audience of no one in the room

I am not missing you at all

There is no reason to at all

I am not thinking of the past

I know that it won't last

Anyway...