Bob Sigur Ross

Now that there are potholes in place
And it skips the music inside of your car
For what you promised me you'd let go
Practically convinced that you'd fix the road
That drove me to work both ways
But you just never did have the time
To truly give me the time of day

Hoping that I don't come to mind
That you aren't ever thinking of me
That my face is a stranger now, living here inside of your dreams
Hoping that your name collects dust
On the bottom shelf, behind old CDs
Cause now I've been filling up the space
And keeping all the things I don't need

Always had a solution to break
Turn back to punch me in the face
Knuckles red and your eyes ablaze
To claim you're mean is the least to say
The neighbors had to remove your fist
From the hole deep in my skin you had made
The plaster tumbling from my mouth
Now that's just a typical day

Hoping that I don't come to mind
That you aren't ever thinking of me
That my face is a stranger now, living here inside of your dreams
Hoping that your name collects dust
On the bottom shelf, behind old CDs
Cause now I've been clearing out the space
And throwing out the things I don't need