Reruns

Every day I wake up
And I have something new to tell you:

I want to talk to you about last night's reruns
I want to tell you how I have this song stuck in my head
I want to show you pictures of the house we want to live in
I want to bemoan my idiot family and how I love them to pieces

They're not important details, no life-changing news
Because I know the life-changing stuff is not what you want to hear
You don't want to know how I'm growing into my own
You don't want to hear how I'm changing for the better

But when did we stop being able to talk about the past?
When did it become offensive for me to say "I miss you?"
Last night's reruns don't carry any more drama
Than their plot lines, which I admit, I can't even remember fully

So why don't we talk? Why don't you listen?
Why can't we go back in time, just a year ago?
When I think about my best friend, this is what I miss
You're the person I'd tell all this to, and more

I know now not to tell you
The deepest corners of my heart
You cannot be trusted, nor do you want to be
But I'd rather live a life of talking about the weather
In our different parts of the country
Than dreaming about going to work with you
To wake up and remember you hate me

Goodwin

She said
People have a tendency
To not make much of a relationship
With people they know are leaving.
I said
Well if that's how you look at things
Aren't we all on the way out?
Even that baby you hold in your arms
Is put on a countdown
The minute it emerges, covered in goo.
So tell me darling
Exactly in what circumstances
Should I make anything of this relationship?
Or were you just trying to tell me
That everybody is trying to leave ME?