I tell myself I'm glad it's done
That everything is better now
That what we had was dying
Maybe it was dying
But I can't run from my feelings
I try and get over you
I smoke weed, smoke cigs, drink beer,
I try and run as fast and far away from my feelings as I can but they keep coming back
I love you and you can hate me for it that's fine.
It's just the way it is.
