I turn up the heat, make her evaporate
Everyday it gets a little better
Because I know she's got less of a hold
I write for the therapy
Makes my job seem a little less dull
I write for the therapy
Make sure people know I'm doing O.K
I deleted every photo, I tossed out every note
I cleaned my room (a little)
I think I'll do some more
Too many 'I'-s in this poem
Too many girls in this town
Too many girls in this town
Too many girls
I think I'll take my time
But time I'll never get back.
{photo courtesy of Naomi Haussmann)