Ambivalent Goodbye

I woke up this morning, saw her walking out the door.

I've never felt so unconcerned at anything before. The thought of her leaving me

did not stir me to move. So I turned over and asked her if she'd

just hit the snooze. Ambivalent. That's all I am today.

I couldn't care less to what she does if she really goes away.

Oh, oh. Ambivalent. I used to chase her shadow

down the hallway to the door. But now I know we've done it all.

This isn't the first time she said goodbye to me. And if she's