A pink mirage
And a hazy sky
All of it clearer than the sound of your voice
It's not like it's regret to think of us
It's not like it's regrettable because
All the emptiness that you left behind
I still mind
Reminiscing over drugstore wine
And then rehashing my every line
But other days
It's okay
I don't mind
Oceans deep and trails winding
It may or may not be that I re-find you
A pink mirage
And a clearing sky
All of it closer than the sound of your voice
It's really not regret to think of us
The reconciled past is ours because
All the fullness of the good left behind
It is mine
Reminiscing over drugstore wine
And then rehashing my every line
But other days
It's okay
Reminiscing over drugstore wine
And then rehashing my every line but other days
It's okay
I don't mind
