Salt

Nothing tells like wasting my time again
Nothing tells like wanting to cry again
Nothing tells like when I think of you
What a lonely thing to do
Rubbing salt in the wound

Nothing tells like that look in your eye again
Nothing tells like that far away smile again
But, I can tell from my distant point of view
That there's nothing we can do
But rub salt in the wound

Is there a metaphor for this kind of loss?
This I-once-knew-you-well kind of loss?
This you-look-at-me-but-you-don't-see-me kind of loss?
Where every greeting feels like goodbye

Nothing hurts like that voice in my head again
The cruelest words that break through my thickest skin
And nothing hurts like believing that it's true
What a harmful thing to do
Rubbing salt in the wound

And is it evident that I'm kind of lost?
I question everything, and I'm kind of lost
I don't know where I'm going I'm kind of lost
And every greeting feels like, it feels like, it feels like

Well, I never told you, 'cause I didn't know
With all of the tears I was letting you go
I guess you were never meant to stay for long
I opened my eyes and I closed them and you were gone

Is there a metaphor for this kind of loss?
This I-once-knew-you-well kind of loss?
This you-look-at-me-but-you-don't-see-me kind of loss?
Where every greeting feels like goodbye