makes me miss lots of people,
lost loves and old friends,
but the hierarchy makes me
miss you the most.
Neighborhoods under the lights,
we filter our hearts for good or strong,
and Ian is long gone,
but tonight's song makes me
text other people.
I can't text you,
and we both know why,
but it's not Elvis Presley's fault,
but probably mine,
as if I needed a reminder.
So I go through it,
without neck around night time,
wondering if, knowing never,
but at least I put my neck out
and continue with confidence.
but at least I put my neck out
and continue with confidence.