There once was a time, when in the morning I'd find,
Nothing but the tainted thought of you on my mind.
And when I'd stand in the shower, the memories would flow.
Of how we had stood there together so many times before.

But now time has passed, and I no longer feel the need.
To roll your memory out of bed and carry it along with me.

 

There once was a time, when I'd sleep just to dream.
So that once I would open my eyes, things would be back to normalcy.
And no matter how many times I woke up dissatisfied,
I'd just slam my eyes back shut and give it another try.

But now time has passed, and my dependency is through.
I no longer need anyone but myself to answer to.