I found your hairband on my bedroom floor, the only evidence that you've been here before. And I don't get waves of missing you anymore. They're more like tsunami tides in my eyes, never getting dry. So I get high, smoke away the days. Never sleep with the light on. Weeks pass in the blink of an eye. And I'm still drunk at the end of the night. I don't drink like everybody else. I do it to forget things about myself; stumble and fall with the head spin I got. My mind's with you, but my heart's just not. So am I close to you anymore, if it's over and there's no chance that we'll work it out?
Everybody said we'd be together forever, but I know that I never wanna settle down. Come around, break up the love like lego now. Never want to turn into another like you. Sleep with my thoughts, dance with my views, everything's great but not everything's sure. But you live in your halls and I live in a tour bus. Now I'm in a position to be another stalker, like everything I say seems to always sound awkward. Like our last kiss, it was perfect, we were nervous on the surface. And I'm always saying everyday that it was worth it. Pain is only relevant if it still hurts. I forget like an elephant, or we can use a sedative and go back to the day we fell in love, just like on our first kiss.
Because if I was gonna go somewhere, I'd be there by now. And maybe I can let myself down. And I'm thinking that I'm unaware; I keep my feet on the ground and keep looking around to make sure I'm not the only one to feel low. Because, if you want, I'll take you in my arms and keep you sheltered from all that I've done wrong. And I'll know you'll say that I'm the only one. But I know god made another one of me to love you better than I ever will.
Because you and I ended over you and I. And I said that's fine, but you're the only one that knows I lied.
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