I’m drunk on pills Feeling an attack on the back of My head Getting louder Who’s there? It’s him. What’s that? Everything you could never say.
I dream of living in a place Where I can tell you how much I’ve thought About you Where every painting Music written Smile given Is equivalent to how much I write about you Boy How much I think about you Boy If you ever found me My heart Apart It’d be The start Of the end “We’ve been over this” You said We never really spoke of it again
Our breakup hung heavy It lightened up But I still wonder If it haunted your shoulders The way it haunted mine Whispering in your ears all the reasons You could never be happy.