2 o clock in the morning
I m awake and she s too far away
I ll pretend not to miss her
Tell my friends I m done with her
But I m lying to them and myself
I ll never shake these feelings
There s no one to take her place
So here s another one for her

I m sorry but it s true
I bore you all with talk of this
I ll try harder to move on
I ll look for something more

Hey heart, imagine if she s thinking of us right now
Doesn t it almost make you want to beat again?

Picking myself up
Surrounded by empty bottles
My head pounds from drinking
And hurting and the thinking
I play sick games with myself
Taunted by coincidences
Is it worth all the problems?
I m crazy; I do think it is

She ll be here this week
My house to play dead
More closed eyes and hugs
For me to take the wrong way