what is the point of missing things in your life? why can't we learn to move on and embrace the future instead of dwelling on the past? why is it so hard sometimes to remember that we have emotions?

And here is your reflection
In a building uptown
A ghost inside some Madison Avenue display
Like water under bridges
You're slowly passing by
As you sail between the rooftops and the sky

And the bourbon sits inside me
Right now I'm a puppet in its sway
And it may be the whiskey talking
But the whiskey says I miss you every day...
~fountains of wayne~