No it doesn’t feel good sitting here all alone, I’m starring at my phone but nothing’s going on

One week, 2 weeks, 3 weeks ago, I was hoping for your mind to change

I turn the music up but still feel bad about it

Everything we said, everything we did, everything that went wrong, it’s all gone

I’m not over you yet and I’m working on it but I got to admit I’m still waiting on it

Why can’t we get along, where did we go wrong and why are you even in this song?

And why did you not call me back, it’s a matter of fact that our hearts have turned black

They say hope is the last thing to die, no, I’m not ready to say goodbye

I can see that you bleed and I bleed like you do, but it’s all over now

Don’t wanna eat, don’t wanna sleep, cannot cry, cannot die flying high all alone, now I’m all alone

The wound ain’t healing there is nothing I can do, I build up high walls, psychiatrists try to break through, get out of my face

I heard rumors you’ll be moving out of town, that’s alright with me, no doubt, no it’s not, I’m still a fucking liar, I’m so sick of me, I take responsibility for our emotional debris

I use you, abuse you as an excuse for not getting anything done, for not getting my shit together, but hopefully this state of mind won’t last forever

I crack jokes about you every time I see a friend, it’s an act of self-protection and I still pretend to be the star of a Hollywood movie with a happy end