I dont know what you think of me
Right now were pretty far apart
But i want you to know
That i think of your advice everyday
You might be ill, might feel sick
I think this feeling fits
Because its normal to feel like shit
When your last chance is gone
Went to the store the other day
Dont think i can remember what i bought
But i know the cashier told me
To have a nice day
Thats more than you could spit out
Nicer than everything youve said
Not because you havent tried
But cause it wasnt genuine
Texts can mean nothing at all
Or make my night
I wonder if youre proud of me aswell
Or if my words keep you up at night
Dont you think we could've been great friends
If we werent such cowards and this
Went another way without
Her being involved
I dont know what you think of me
Right now were pretty far apart
But i want you to know
That i think of your advice everyday
You might be ill, might feel sick
I think this feeling fits
Because its normal to feel like shit
When your last chance is gone
