I left my heart in the back of your van next to the beanbag you sat in as we rocked to our favorite bands. I left my tears in the creases of your palms, staining your fingertips with love we had and lost. I feel, I do, every word you said as I screamed and you screamed and our faces went red. I feel, I do, every kiss and hug and smile that we shared over years of pain and regret. I wish it could be reset, all our time, so it'd never end.
But you're gone and I'm gone
And I'm holding on by a thread.
I feel, I do, my heart breaking every night.
I miss you, I do.
I feel it still, don't you?