Moved away to different cities

Trying to chase the teenage dream

Went from everything to nothing

Didn't I fit your new routine

Eighteen hundred and twenty days ago since you made the bed

And I haven't slept a night in years

It stings

Stringing me along

And it hurts

That you never call

Midnight's

When I realise

That I wish I didn't wish you weren't gone

(yeah I wish I didn't wish you were gone)

I just want someone to blame

I need a face

I need a name

Am I wrong

For thinking this way?

The only mental novocaine

To justify going insane

Am I wrong

For feeling this way?

Now I'm left in the palm of your hands

Could've had anything I wanted

But you've ruined my plans

It's fucking exhausting chasing ghosts

But I can't make it stop

And that's what hurts the most

Introduced me to your new friends

The ones in all your photo frames

I had to stand there and meet them

And pretend I don't already know their names

It stings

Stringing me along

And it hurts

That you never call

Midnight's

When I realise

That I know that I still wish you weren't gone

I just want someone to blame

I need a face

I need a name

Am I wrong

For feeling this way?

The only mental novocaine

To justify going insane

Am I wrong

For thinking this way?

Now I'm left in the palm of your hands

Could've had anything I wanted

But you've ruined my plans

It's fucking exhausting chasing ghosts

But I can't make it stop

And that's what hurts the most

The only mental novocaine

To justify going insane

Am I wrong?

Now I'm left in the palm of your hands

Could've had anything I wanted

But you've ruined my plans

It's fucking exhausting chasing ghosts

But I can't make it stop

And that's what hurts the most