I know I'm almost getting over you
when I stopped thinking about you
in broad daylight
but when nighttime creeps
and the moon casts it's light upon my window
I think of you again
and how awful it had been to lose you
when I don't even have you in the first place
I think about the way I felt back then
and will I ever feel that way again
for anybody other than you
I try to close my eyes and drift my thoughts to the future
but I only sink further into this black hole in my mind
and now I can't sleep
and my mistakes haunt me
I know I'd be fine in the morning
Funny how the light gives me the impression that I can be new
when every night I am the same old mess