Verse 1:
When I count to ten I hope it will be over
I thought that I was stronger than it looks like I am
Every Friday night I struggle to be sober
Swallowing the fact that you don't give a damn
Pre-chorus:
I promised myself this would be the last one
I should give up, 'cause you've already moved on
Drunken texts are my regret 'cause every night I forget that you don't want me anymore
Chorus:
I'm shouting to the voices in my head
Thinking over words that you once said
I find myself thinking of your touch
I can feel the rush
I think I think too much
Verse 2:
Slowly drafting my own illusion that you wanted what I wanted in the first place
They called you bad news, I didn't listen
Shouldn't have treated love as a race
Pre-chorus
Chorus
Verse 3:
This time I won't call at two in the morning
I say as we walk to the bar
Suffocating in sorrow, my heart is in mourning as it belongs with you, where you are
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