what good would it do?
we both know i'm not over you
oh, honey
life's so tragic i could cry
i'm still holding onto
the old you
so if you
could maybe look my way
i would feel alive
just for the night
just for the night
stay the night
you don't need to say the words
i just gotta hear your voice
one more time
is more than enough
i know i'm a little fucked up
i shouldn't miss you
when you're just fine without me
no tears running down your cheeks
no regrets, as if a burden
has been lifted off your chest
and that's me
i know it's me
you never wanted
a piece of me
but i gave you everything
and now i'm nothing
could you give me back to me?
or could you love me again
and pretend
none of this happened?
because i miss you
there's nothing in this world
i wouldn't do
to have you back here in my arms
to feel your heartbeat
not too far
drowning in your scars
a tragic art
a mystery i never got to solve
you are, darling, you are
i know you don't miss me
but your mystery is my misery
