There’s a long, long list of of things

I’d say to you

If we found out how to talk like we used to

I know that I need to let history be history

I won’t cause another scene

I like to pretend you’re not the mess in my head

Sometimes it’s easier said than done

Am I haunting your halls?

Your spirits stuck in my walls?

I wish the feelings were dead and gone

Bury the hatchet and leave it

Like I could carry the weight of your secrets

I will fall out of being your weakness again

I’ll find something else to believe in

Swear I’m never going back to Eden

Or back to you when I’m bleeding

I’ll give you your freedom, yeah

I like to pretend you’re not the mess in my head

Sometimes it’s easier said than done

Am I haunting your halls?

Your spirits stuck in my walls?

I wish the feelings were dead and gone

If you were calling sober

If I were two years older

Then I would be really over it

And we wouldn’t still be lying

Mining for silver linings

Wishing it didn’t end like this

Here lies caring for someone for countless years

And it leading nowhere

I’ll never be sorry for keeping it to myself