I know I'm almost getting over you when I stopped thinking about you in broad daylight but when nighttime creeps and the moon casts it's light upon my window I think of you again and how awful it had been to lose you when I don't even have you in the first place I think about the way I felt back then and will I ever feel that way again for anybody other than you I try to close my eyes and drift my thoughts to the future but I only sink further into this black hole in my mind and now I can't sleep and my mistakes haunt me I know I'd be fine in the morning Funny how the light gives me the impression that I can be new when every night I am the same old mess