This Feeling in my Chest

You never left the back of my brain
Growing like a weed in the garden of my inner brain
And you make me remember

That this feeling inside of my chest never died
It's getting harder to sleep while you're still on my mind
Blocking memories and traumatizing words that you said
It's so comforting, a kakistocracy

And after all this time
I find it hard to believe that I'm still on your mind
And your Richard Dawkins book is resting in your hands

And I'm amazed that you kept all those memories
The lyrics sheet, the music box, the bear that I gave you
Stumbling on words I never understood

Taking the time to thank those
Who wear their hearts on their sleeves
Like a soldier in battle
Have you had much sleep?
Take a drag from your bottle
Do you miss me yet? Or do you miss the affection?
Your cough syrup has run out, all that's left is withdrawal

I felt insane but now I'm growing up
Making friends that were once enemies
And enemies that were once friends
Count my blessings we don't even reside in the same state
And as a matter of fact, I was thinking of moving again
And as a matter of fact, I want to move again

And I miss the way I felt
But I don't miss you