There will come a day, months after that day
When the inevitable will happen
And your position in my life will become both past and future
I’ll see a girl who looks like you, and she’ll smile like you did at my jokes
And her eyes will tell me all the things you used to whisper to me.
We’ll probably date for awhile,
At first to make you hurt then long enough for me to start seeing you in her reflection
To blend our memories together with hers
How parasitic we really are