Clutching your old T-shirt
  As though doing so will allow me
  To hold on to something
  That slipped out of my grasp
  Long before I ever touched it.
  Or did I ever touch it?
  I have to wonder
  As I find every day that
  You are a great actress
  And an even better liar.
  I sit alone in the dark,
  I can't join the party
  And it makes me wonder
  Am I defective?
  I am so alone,
  Alone in the confines of the
  Absolution of my loveless exicstence,
  And I know that you are no longer enough.
  That you can no longer heal me.
  And so I sit here and weep.
  I weep not because I have lost you, 
  I weep ot because I have lost us.
  But I weep because I haev lost
  The person whom you used to be.
  I don't know how I got here, 
  And I don't know how to get home.
  For I am no longer Spartacus.