Trigonomic radiance I'd be remissed if I didn't say I've missed you In the last two years you've been around Hear the sound as I live vicariously through your frowns and smiles For another month or so I anticipate what'd be so gold if not for the times when I f**ed things up it seems our month long truce has no merit When I pretend that I didn't hear a sound When I cut you loose last fall Inebriated confidence One cigarette and I'll never f**ing miss you