Used To

I used to analyze the rain, the droplets on my mind,
And how everything used to change with such a simple sign.
And I see you walking through the same storm,
But it barely even drizzles on your world.
You're so used to the sunshine, you can't even see my pain.

CHORUS: Oh, how I miss you, the way you were,
	But I'm not sure anymore, if I'll see that side of you again.
	I sang your eulogy, each day after,
	But I'm not sure what it's for, when you aren't even listening.

I used worry all the time about the stain of war,
And how I never could decide what we were killing for.
And you say the world's not small enough,
For you to care about the people you can't see.
You're so used to the good life, you can't even believe in charity.

(CHORUS)

How much could you know when you still think you know everything?
Let's review the consequences of your actions.
I've grown accustomed to the daily stream of tears now,
Washing over me like a soul bath, purging every weakness in its path,
Killing memories and dreams of wishful moonlight,
Numbing all this agony. You don't know how much you hurt me,
Or maybe you do.

I used to joke about myself, impossible as I was,
And how nobody could tell which hormone was the cause.
And I noticed you didn't laugh or even say a word,
That is, until my back was turned.
You're so used to betrayal, you can't even see my trust.

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Written by Esther Mathison, all rights reserved