Remember when we would lay all day and dream about our love?
Remember when there was more to life than just ***, and cars, and drugs?
I can still feel your fingers through my hair and the way you kiss my lips
I can still feel your presence in the air
And your palms pressed on my hips
Some things aren't meant to be
I know that for a fact
So why can't thoughts of you leave me?
All I feel is cracked