I haven’t read those letters
You sent to make things better
They’re sitting in my dresser
They’re teaching me a lesson
If you give yourself away again
Then you won’t get it back in the end
I’m staring at the ceiling
You’re just an aching feeling
I’m finding out even if I knew this was gonna kill me
Still couldn’t stop me leaving
If you give yourself away again
Then you won’t get it back in the end
I’m not sleeping right
Picturing you dancing
Dancing in the light
I’m not speaking right
I couldn’t say your name
In my dream the other night
I’m not thinking right
Try my best pretending that you’re not on my mind
I’m lying half the time