Am I the reason why you tossed and turned last night? Everything is such a blur, it didn't come out right. All of a sudden it's cold and we're falling apart. No this can't be please don't leave me alone in the dark.
I guess we're really over, so come over, I'm not over it. Late night you make me feel like I'm desperate, I'm not desperate. A little bit possessive, little mister obsessive, can't get over it.
I have never been a fan of long goodbye's. I'm at the finishing line and you're just way too far behind. In the morning, I got in the fight with myself and I got the bruises to prove it.
Now it's like a fairy tale without a happy ending, but then again maybe we are just pretending. Why does it have to be so unfair?
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