See me in movies, I am not real to you
See me in postcards, in pictures I exist to you

Well, I see you sometimes when I’m with the kids
I see you with a juice box screamin’ that you miss me

I can only move on but I won’t let go of what we did
I can only say that I’m sorry you were acting like such a kid

But I see you sometimes when I am alone
And I think about callin’ you on my phone
Maybe I just need another smoke
Something else that’ll surely make me choke
Instead of hearing that you miss me

Well, I’m sorry! You put me on leave