I write songs about you all the time, I bet I don’t run through your mind,
I’ve given up on you,
But it hurts to know you’re not alone,
Don’t worry, i’ll keep out of your life and stay awake at night,
With just my skin and bones,
It hurts to know you’re not alone,
I’ve given up on you, and my skin, and my bones
I drove through where you lived, twice, went to our nandos restaurant we went almost every weekend religiously, I expected you to walk through the door, at the same time I hoped you wouldn’t walk through.
I keep telling myself I’m not a mess, but I am, I think im just learning to bottle it up a little better.
Fuck I miss you