Good As Gone

Everything I say is immaterial

Everything you say is so ethereal, I have your letters pinned on my board

You used to say I took the words so serious, now I'm serious

I'm changing now but I know its too late for it, now I pay for it on the floor

I'm too late for it

Now, I pay for it

I beg you to talk but now you're as good as gone

I got up and walked, now I'm a lonesome clown

Everything we say is immaterial

We both look like we're at a fucking funeral, I miss the usual, I don't know

I've never lost somebody who meaningful in an evening-full

I hate to see the feelings aren't mutual but now I pay for it on the floor

I'm too late for it

Now, I pay for it

I paved the way for it

Now, I pay for it

I beg you to talk but now you're as good as gone

I got up and walked, now I'm a lonesome clown

Is this forever?