Ouch: i'm still not over you

thinking about you

thinking about you there's black skies ahead

smoke in the air it infests my head

and into my lungs i'm already dead

i forget how much i bled and bled

but i drive down this road every friday night

thinking at some point i'll see a light

stupid to think this was ever right

i always knew you would never be mine

never be mine 

this will never be fine

because every time

i let you back in

you win

and i get nothing 

in return

you are the fire

i end up burnt