I miss you
And I wonder, do you miss me?
I miss being called all night
And I miss showing songs I write
Whiplash, dead with no headlights
Now you're parked at his place all night
I
Hate
The way you make me feel
I
Wait
For pain that will never heal
I'm too attached for my own good
The way you made me feel felt so good
I
Hate
The way you make me feel
Everything I wrote in this notebook
Burn it all to hell, matchbook
Turned XXI, life is so shook
Flawed by design, overcook
She went ghost
Guess I'm alone
Them red and blues follow me till I get home
Now I drive alone
Down that blurry road
In my head
Underneath a microscope
Drink away the angst
I'm really done with you
Poison in my lungs
From that love with you
Overdosed of hate
All my trust in you
Is he in your head?
Is he loving you?
I
Hate
The way that I've been feeling
I might
Find a grave
In the sky meeting my demons
I
Hate
The way you make me feel
I
Wait
For pain that will never heal
I'm too attached for my own good
The way you made me feel felt so good
I
Hate
The way you make me feel
Everything you wrote in my notebook
Chapter of my life, now you won't look
Couldn't make you mine, now I'm soul shook
Flawed by design, overcook
I
Hate
The way you make me feel
Everything I wrote in this notebook
Burn it all to hell, matchbook
Turned XXI, life is so shook
Flawed by design, overcook
I
Hate
The way
Flawed by design, overcook
I miss being called all night
And I miss showing songs I write
Whiplash, dead with no headlights
Now you're parked at his place all night