Here I go again,
I promised myself
I wouldn't think of you today
It's been seven months and counting
You've moved on
I still feel exactly the same
It's just that everywhere I go all the buildings know your name
Like photographic memories of love
Steel and granite reminders
The city calls your name and I can't move on
Ever since you've been gone
The lights go out the same
The only difference is
You call another name
To your love
To your lover now
To your love
The lover after me
Am I all alone in the universe?
There's no love on these streets
I have given mine away to a world that didn't want it anyway
So this is my new freedom
It's funny
I don't remember being chained
But nothing seems to make sense anymore
Without you I'm always twenty minutes late
Ever since you've been gone
The lights go out the same
The only difference is
You call another name
To your love
To your lover now
To your love
The lover after me
And time goes by so slowly
The nights are cold and lonely
I shouldn't be holding on
But I'm still holding on for you
Here I go again
I promised myself
I wouldn't think of you today
But I'm standing at your doorway
I'm calling out your name because I can't move on
Ever since you've been gone
The lights go out the same
The only difference is
You call another name
To your love
To your lover now
To your love
The lover after me
He looked around at the Los Angeles skyline. He was brooding again, he realised. Cordy had been on at him about it for months now. He was probably wearing "Buffy face", not that he knew what it looked like. No mirrors, remember? But, whatever Cordy thought, every face was "Buffy face". He promised himself every morning that when he woke up at night, he wouldn't think of her. And every evening, when he woke up, she was all he thought of until he slept again. And then, he would dream about her. And after seven months, he couldn't handle it any more. Not after that…boy had come to L.A with her. Buffy didn't know he had followed her to the car where Riley was waiting, but he had. And he could smell Buffy on him. Like vanilla, cinnamon and just a hint of citrus, he knew her smell intimately. He knew when she bled each month, because her smell was stronger, tinged with blood. He knew when she was angry, she smelled spicier, and when she was happy it was more vanilla. Riley smelt more citrusy. And the citrus smell was strongest in his memories of Buffy on one night. Her seventeenth birthday. So, when Angel smelt Buffy on Riley, knowing that smell, it tore at something inside him. But it also made him realise something. Faith had been in Buffy's body until about two days ago, and he highly doubted Riley and Buffy had time to knock boots on the way to L.A. Which meant that, most likely, what Faith told him was right. Riley had slept with Faith, thinking she was Buffy. And Angel knew then, that Riley would never replace him. Angel would know Buffy anywhere, and if Faith had tried that with him, he would have instinctively known it wasn't Buffy. And somewhere inside, Buffy knew that. When she told Angel that she trusted Riley, he had nearly broken inside. Now, he felt something rebuilding as he realised that she had lied. And as he climbed into his car, pointing towards Sunnydale, he knew that the lover after him would never stand a chance.