I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted. I thought about our last kiss, how it felt, the way you tasted.
I drove around, passed all of the places we used to just hang out at. I remembered out last kiss and how you tasted. You tasted like coconut.
And even though your friends tell me you're doing fine. And you're somewhere feeling lonely even though he's right beside you. When he says those words that hurt you, do you read the ones I wrote you?
Your friend tell me that you're doing good. Yet, do you feel lonely when she's beside you? She she says things that bother you, do you just go through our old messages?
Sometimes I start to wonder was it just a lie? If what we had was real how could you be fine? Cause I'm not fine at all.
I wonder if what we had was a lie, because if it was real, how could you be doing good? I'm not fine at all...
I remember the day you told me you were leaving. I remember the make up running down your face. And the dreams you left behind, you didn't need them. Like every single wish we ever made. I wish that I could wake up with amnesia and forget about the stupid little things. Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you. And the memories I never can escape. Cuz I'm not fine at all.
I remember the day you left me. There was make up running down from your eyes. You left behind dreams you obviously didn't need, like all of the wishes we made together. I wish I could wake up with amnesia and forget about the stupid things we did. Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you, or the memories I can't escape. I'm not fine at all.
The pictures that you sent me, they're still living in my phone. I admit I like to see them. I admit I feel alone.
You sent me pictures, and they're still in my phone. I will admit, I like looking at them, especially when I'm alone.
All my friends keep asking why I'm not around. It hurts to know you're happy and to face that you've moved on.
My friends keep asking why I'm not around them a lot. It hurts to know that you're happy and have moved on.
It's hard to hear your name when I haven't seen you in so long. It's like we never happened, was it just a lie? If what we had was real how could you be fine? Cuz I'm not fine at all.
It's hard to hear someone say your name when I haven't seen you in a while. It's like we never happened.... We're we just a lie? How could you be fine if it was real, since I'm not fine at all?
I remember the day you told me you were leaving. I remember the make up running down your face. And the dreams you left behind, you didn't need them. Like every single wish we ever made. I wish that I could wake up with amnesia and forget about the stupid little things. Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you. And the memories I never can escape.
If today I woke up with you right beside me, like all of this was just some twisted dream. I'd hold you closer than I ever did before. And you'd enver slip away. And you'd never hear me say:
If I woke up with you beside me today, as if this was all a twisted, evil nightmare. I'd hold you closer than ever and never let you slip away.
I remember the day you told me you were leaving. I remember the make up running down your face. And the dreams you left behind, you didn't need them. Like every single wish we ever made. I wish that I could wake up with amnesia and forget about the stupid little things. Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you. And the memories I never can escape. Cuz I'm not at all. I'm really not fine at all.
Tell me this is just a dream. Cuz I'm really not fine at all.
I wish I could wake up with amnesia, because I am not fine at all.
