why do i still want to make it work
pick up the pieces, click erase
blur out the past, slow down the pace
you never were a rehabilitation center for me
but god damn, you did something to me
and now it’s floating off into space
love slowly dying as it dissipates
did you kiss me on the cheek often in a past life?
did you make me something close to a wife?
do you feel this too?
people tell me there’s more to life than romantic love, people tell me to move on, to leave you alone
and i do, but fuck, i still want you
it could still be true
i seem to shake the miss you blues