> Now and then I think of when we were together
> Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
> I told myself that you were right for me
> But felt so lonely in your company
> But that was love and it's an ache I still remember
>
> You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
> Like resignation to the end
> Always the end
> So when we found that we could not make sense
> Well you said that we would still be friends
> But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over ...