A pink mirage And a hazy sky All of it clearer than the sound of your voice It's not like it's regret to think of us It's not like it's regrettable because All the emptiness that you left behind I still mind Reminiscing over drugstore wine And then rehashing my every line But other days It's okay I don't mind Oceans deep and trails winding It may or may not be that I re-find you A pink mirage And a clearing sky All of it closer than the sound of your voice It's really not regret to think of us The reconciled past is ours because All the fullness of the good left behind It is mine Reminiscing over drugstore wine And then rehashing my every line But other days It's okay Reminiscing over drugstore wine And then rehashing my every line but other days It's okay I don't mind