Bullshit, you fucking miss me
There, I said it, I guess I’ll talk to you in a few months
Sitting drunk on the sidewalk, I guess I’ll get up
I guess I’ll go for a walk
Brushed my shoes against the pavement
I swear, this has gotta be the hundredth time
I’ve thought of you tonight
You weren’t the only one who thought of us that way
I spend most nights awake, wide awake
I never thought that I, oh, I would see the day
Where I’d just let you go, let you walk away
Where I’d let you walk away