The world looks odd without my glasses.
I can see the details on my lunchbox
and the tiniest specks on my computer,
but I could not tell you
what is written on the menu
or what that poster on the wall says.

The world looks odd through building tears.
I can see the reasons why you left me
and your back as you walk away,
but I could not tell you
what the days without you look like
or how I'll make it through.