Now and then I think of when we were together.
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die.
Told myself that you were right for me.
But felt so lonely in your company.
But that was love and it's an ache I still remember

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad it was over.