There was a time that missin you would have been hard for me deal wit
I would have been anxious, emotional and lusting 
I would have comforted my emotions with the strong taste of menthol
while licking the rim of a Martini glass
trying to look semi-happy 
Struggling to hold it together and be strong 
While on the inside i was drowning in a Pool of my own self-pity
It’s funny how regularity of distance 
makes falling out of love natural