I thought it might help if I could try limiting 
All of my thoughts to meaningless little things 
If I got hung up on some letter you wrote me go 
Outside imagine the weather in Tokyo 

But I'd get dragged down by the slightest connection 
Just fly off the tracks to some recollection 
Of a casual mention of a trip round the planet 
phone call that I didn't get when you landed 
And how I still waited for you 
When you told me not to 

Still remember the things that you chose to leave out of focus  [bad word]  and pretend not to notice 
And in all of your messages, the intimate care that you 
Took to show you didn't wish I was there with you 

And of course I know what kind of beer we were drinking last Christmas 
When I asked you those things that were none of my business 
I think called you a liar but actually 
I was just mad that you wouldn't yell back at me 
And I never thanked you for that 
So thanks 
That's all you're gonna get 

It's been a long time, it's almost even easy 
I get days, even weeks where you [bad word] 
I know I'm free now of hating or wanting you 
I just hate that I still understand what I saw in you 
I just hate that I still understand what I saw in you