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