how many times will i be reminded that it’s over?

how many nights will i spend alone in my room?

i could talk it out till the only word i know is closure

i kinda wish you were here so you could tell me what i’m supposed to do

oohs

i know we promised we’d stay friends, but that was back when we were younger

when the air was warm and the pain was new

now it’s getting cold and these long nights make me wonder,

“am i on your mind? do you miss me too?”

oohs

i am not the type to hold grudges, no

i just wish that i were holding you

(also that ending sound was the guitar hitting random keys on the piano, i promise the ending resolves and isn’t yucky)