White wine in the evenin' Bright lights on the ceilin' Wild eyes, with a meanin' Nighttime, heavy breathin' Gettin' fucked up for the feelin' And a phobia of dreamin' The space between the seasons A prettier face than I believed in Seein' the stages of your grievin' All of these moments you left with me I can't move on the way you do Can't quite lose the things that make me think of you Needles and a razor Faith in euthanasia (ooh) Suicide as a savior Crucified as a martyr with a stranger for a father And the guilt he left to harbour The way that it feels the mornin' after (The way it feels, the way it feels) The eye of a natural disaster The layer of shame behind your laughter All of these moments you left with me I can't move on the way you do Can't quite lose the things that make me think of you I can't move on the way you do (I don't wanna stay, but I) Can't quite lose the things that make me think of you