They say it's the small things that trip you up
For me I realized when you stopped listening
To my loose rants, my myriad thoughts
A series of missed calls,
A list of unseen messages
Is all I need to know that I'm not wanted
I thought you were changing lanes
Didn’t realize you were going the opposite way
Too distracted in my thoughts, too late to notice what was happening
Maybe it’s better this way than heartbreak down the road
Slowly drifting apart might just be the thing
For me to find the next best friend of my life.
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