[daydreams of exaggerated feelings]
she is only a memory
with her 80s music
and her guitar in her lap
and the kind eyes
and the sweet mouth
that used to touch mine
her hair was so dark
and now when i pass her in the hall
it looks so light
her eyes were so bright
and now when i pass her in the hall
they look so dull
her frame was so full and healthy
and now when i pass her in the hall
she looks drained and ill
but things are so different
we talked
and we loved
we loved
and we fell
so hard, we fell
we loved
and we broke
fell apart
we loved
and we burned
up in flames
we loved
until we had torn through our relationship
like it was tinder in a wilderness fire
we scratched and loved and twisted and loved and wrenched
until nothing was left
but two girls
who lost themselves in each other
like stars in the moonlight
our love shone so bright
we faded away
-missing, la amante de ciudad