There was a time when I thought I would die everytime I thought of you. I`d cry and think myself into a state and drink myself to sleep too late. But what was pulling us and me apart was only breaking in my broken heart: now it`s controlled again, on hold again, and more broken in than it`s ever been.
So I don`t need you now. I can`t believe how I ever wondered how I`d ever make it without you-- thinking about you, but I don`t need you now.
There was a time when I thought I should try to make myself hate you to get by. It wasn`t hard to do, to think of you and all the things you put me through. But now I`ve had some time to contemplate, and I`ve discovered other things to hate. There`s still bitterness I can`t resist, but you`re moving to the bottom of a pretty long list.
So I don`t hate you now, and I don`t even want to checkmate you now. I still don`t like how much you don`t want me to touch you, but I don`t hate you now.
And if I`m crying, well what did you expect? I`ve been trying, but I still don`t know how not to be a wreck.
And though I`m still aware you`re still out there, still busy breaking someone`s heart somewhere, and though to you it`s nothing new, for once I`ve got no explaining to do.
Cause I don`t know you now, and I don`t have anything to show you now, except for all of these apologies that I don`t owe you now.