I never told you I got over it

Floating on the top of all the memories

There still exists a hole where all our hearts should be

But mine had slipped a note that said, "you're dead to me"

I don't know

How to be

It's fucking slow

Would you come back to me?

Let's choke

Let's grieve

I was told it comes naturally

Pack it up and go

We all got sick of dreaming

You timed it all so bad, it screamed in elegy

There's little point in trying what we've never been

Be honest, did you really see it happening?

I don't know

How to be

It's fucking slow

Would you come back to me?

Let's choke

Let's grieve

I was told it comes naturally

It's fucking slow, so slow

So slow, yeah, it's fucking slow

So slow, it's fucking slow

It's so slow

Every time I try to write a song about you

It always seems to end up being about me

And though beyond it all, there's nothing left to leave

I'll still be holding on to you incessantly

I've got a problem

I've got a problem

I've got a problem

Yeah, I've got a problem

I've got a problem

I've got a problem