Maybe one day we can make some sense of all of this,
until then, it's back to tending for my other addictions.

I'm ******, but I can't even say some ****.
It's ******, but it's none of my business.

You aren't mine, you're busy trying to be his.

I'm thinking your heart may have been asking for this.
But for dear life, hold on, or let me have one last kiss.

'Cause it'd take more than just a box of tissue
to try to explain how much I miss you.
Lost, not even words will do because it's true,
I can't say the way I feel when I'm with you.