i’m fucked up and i miss you

i lay awake and think of you

remember that time i drove your grandpas car? we didn’t actually get that far

it’s been months since i’ve seen you

so why does it feel like you’re still in my rear view

i miss looking over in the passenger seat

my hand on your thigh, the world in my eyes

some may say that a heartbreak is an aesthetic

but with how many times i let you tear me down i just feel pathetic

pathetically in love with you

pathetically devoted to you

i wonder if you miss me as much as i miss you

i know my heart still beats for you

can you hear it from miles away?

that’s where i need you to stay

with one touch of your poison hands

i will be in a trance

even though i know it always ends in tragedy

i am tired

i am sad

i miss you even more now