See me in movies, I am not real to you See me in postcards, in pictures I exist to you
Well, I see you sometimes when I’m with the kids I see you with a juice box screamin’ that you miss me
I can only move on but I won’t let go of what we did I can only say that I’m sorry you were acting like such a kid
But I see you sometimes when I am alone And I think about callin’ you on my phone Maybe I just need another smoke Something else that’ll surely make me choke Instead of hearing that you miss me