Afterthought

Do I miss it

Do I just miss the thought of you

The smell of your shampoo

I spend my nights alone

With nothing but my thoughts to get me through

In another time

Another place

Another situation

Would you and I be friends

Happiness is open to interpretation

You see it all depends on your point of view

We spend all our time

Trying to be right

We never see the other side

As much as we like to think we change

People really just stay the same

Knowing now should change my direction

But all we do is end up changing lanes