(P. Assirati)

Are you gonna miss me like I miss you?
Finding things in the pockets of coats
A letter or card or a note I wrote
A shadow of someone who once was you
And are you gonna miss me like I’m gonna miss you?

And are you gonna hold him like you used to hold me?
The books piled high by the side of your bed
The demons howling around in your head
Will you show him the scars? Will you give him the key?
Or are you gonna hold him like you used to hold me?

And are you gonna fuck him like it was me?
You shared my bed, now you share my shame
If you close your eyes does it feel the same?
When you take it down, when you call his name
Does it feel the same?
Does it feel the same?
Does it feel the same?