The Walk

So i walk yeah i walk this street down
To where i left him lost and confused
Counting steps counting 1234
Random thought: measure my distance to you

Oh it still burns, the strongest recollection
Of a cold long night with you
The night the world stopped turning
And i lost my connection
With whatever real life means to you

So i talk yeah i talk to myself
The kinda talk i really should have had with you
But since you don't respond when i yell
I'm thinking i'm a better
Listener than you

I'll be fine, never been better i've got so much time on my hands
I have wine and you've got her, i really wouldn't mind us being friends