I present Stacie Orrico’s “I’m Not Missing You.”
If you’re too dense, please check the chorus:
“I’m not missing you
I’m not going through the motions
Waiting and hoping you call me
I’m not missing you
You might have had me open
But I must be going because
I got life to do
I know I’m usually hanging on
I used to hate to see you gone
But this time it’s different
I don’t even feel the distance
I’m not missing
I’m not missing you.“
Our story has ended so stop fucking up my day with small-talk greetings. You didn’t have the decency to cut cleanly, so I can’t look at you kindly. I don’t think anyone can blame me. Happy fucking New Year. Stay away from me or I’ll charge you for the waiting time.
You want to be friends? Sure. In 30 years. Maybe.
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