P!nk Got it Right

You know, P!nk got it right.
Why did I ever like you?
Words I used to hang stars from
Wrists I used to bandage in love and support
Hands I held with the reverence of a devoted follower
Eyes I used to trap myself in
don't appeal.

Where does that go?
Your mystery, your beauty, your rough
has the distance made me blind?
Or was the closeness the mistake?

The absence of feeling scares me.
I used to think that you were the be all and end all
what is and was and ever was to be
You were it.
And now you aren't.
Not even a little bit.
You're a used to be.
A maybe was?
An, eh I guess?

You're the smell of a cigarette after the smoker quits.
The poison lingers, but nobody really cares.
Nobody really notices you're gone.

That's a good thing, right?