Oh and too bad it's not about you but rather about him.

Recently I spoke to someone about my future, my present and my past in great depth.

This city is giving me everything I wanted, yet I want to share it with you.
Obvious I know.
To bad you'll never know it.
As the cold approaches and people begin bundling up I see you in that coat I hated.
Torn and beat down, I wanted to burn it.
Oh and too bad we are both searching for something else.
Because I just cant seem to pick up the pencil and erase you.
Oh and too bad we will both never admit it.
To stuck in trying to find our own twisted versions of perfect.

You still cross my mind from time to time.....

and by that I mean, always.