They are not you.

It’s been 6 months at least,
since I heard you whisper my name.
Yet still my heart is bleeding,
I miss you all the same.
Been living from day to day,
never thinking ‘bout tomorrow.
But cheap girls and cheaper booze,
can not erase the sorrow.
I fuck girls in your image,
whom I hate waking up next to.
They might be a perfect replica,
but they are not you.

I grow tired of their mindless chat,
it’s like a droning noise.
And each time they speak,
I constantly think of your voice.
They say nothing I want to hear,
all their words are flattery and fake.
“I don’t care if you love my body,
I don’t work out for your sake”
I always liked talking to you,
no matter what else we would do.
But these girls are brainless broads,
they are not you.

And when they ride me like you did,
I can’t get you out of my head.
I scream “Shut up you little bitch,
get the fuck out of my bed!”
I grow tired of mediocre sex,
it’s just not worth it.
So this girl is crying in my bed,
I really don’t give a shit.
Even you have to admit,
we had such perfect sex us two.
None of these girls can compare,
they are not you.

Although I know it’s over between us,
and I’ll never see you again.
I hurt these girls on purpose,
just to make them share my pain.
I’ve locked it all up,
bolted the doors to my heart.
Not letting anyone in,
this shield is not coming apart.
I’m through being a nice guy,
yeah I’m a jerk that’s true.
I don’t care what they all think,
they are not you.