Packing up your things
To send them back
Who knew the last time I saw you
Would be the last time I saw you
And writing a letter
That'll sit in your hands
Won't make me feel better
About this now
I'm doing fine when I'm asleep
But when I wake up there's no ground beneath me
And I feel sick to my stomach
The weight of it all is pulling me under
Now we know it's over
And I'm trying to believe
Who knew the last time I saw you
Would be the last time I saw you
Don't want you to feel bad
Don't want to make it about me
Who knew the last time I saw you
Would be the last time I saw you
Spend about an hour picking out the paper
One that says I'm ok and I don't hate you
And I hold my breath as I pass it over
Let go of my last good reason to talk to you
I'm doing fine when I'm asleep
But when I wake up there's no ground beneath me
And I feel sick to my stomach
The weight of it all is pulling me under
Now we know it's over
And I'm trying to believe
Who knew the last time I saw you
Would be the last time I saw you
Don't want you to feel bad
Don't want to make it about me
Who knew the last time I saw you
Would be the last time I saw you
Come home and sit on my bed
Where you told me you loved me
And when I said that I did, you asked if I meant it
And I fade away into the television
Watch Zendaya get fucked up until I feel insignificant
Now we know it's over
And I'm trying to believe
Who knew the last time I saw you
Would be the last time I saw you
Don't want you to feel bad
Don't want to make it about me
Who knew the last time I saw you
Would be the last time I saw you
Now we know it's over
And I'm trying to believe
Who knew the last time I saw you
Would be the last time I saw you
Don't want you to feel bad
Don't want to make it about me
Who knew the last time I saw you
Would be the last time I saw you
Who knew the last time I saw you
Would be the last time I saw you
Who knew the last time I saw you
Would be the last time I saw you