It's hopeless and pathetic,
The life that I lead and the moments I forget.
The moments I remember.
I think about you too much,
About your hair, and your face
And the way we once touched.
And how your voice soothes me to sleep
And how I miss your eyes
And the way you keep me guessing all the time.
I wonder if I ever cross your mind,
Or if maybe I'm crazy
For missing you
And thinking about you
And replaying the moments over and over.
I'm so sober.
I'm so sorry,
For being pathetic.
If you're thinking about me I hope you're happy
And if you're reading this I hope you know it's really about you.
I'm thinking about you.