It's funny, that you ever worried that no one would think about you
You're all anyone talks about
Everyone thinks about you even though you're gone
You're everywhere I go
In whispers of conversation and painfully fond memories
Consuming the outside world and my inner peace
It's funny, knowing that I'm surrounded by all of the friends you've made
And that not a single one of them would bat an eye if I was gone
How I'm here and you're there, both of us forced to face the wrong opportunities
It's funny, this dichotomy you've left behind you
People either hate you or love you
Are either gushing with blinding praise or chanting a laundry list of all your faults
And here I am in the middle of it
Torn between wanting you and hating you for what you've done
You're ruining yourself
Immortalizing your ignorant, blissful youth in the minds of everyone you cross
You don't understand the impact of your actions, and I doubt you ever will
But that's no problem for someone who doesn't plan on seeing things through to the end
It's funny, that we existed together at all
In this endless, cosmic joke called "life"
That against all the infinitesimal probabilities
I was still struck down by the firestorm of your existence
