I dont know if i mean this but i think its true
My heart is racing We haven’t talked in months. And I know you won’t respond to my text Or even see it, But my heart will still stop at every message received I know it isn’t you It couldn’t be- or maybe it could be.. My mind is still fucking with me.
Part of me hopes you’ll see what I say See that I think of you at least once in a while. You aren’t good for me anymore, I can say I accept it. I wish it didn’t have to be, My mind is still fucking with me.
My problem now is that no one compares to you No one laughs Or smiles Or kisses my fingers just right at a red light No one plays with my hair, or holds me just close enough Makes me wanna sit for hours watching Netflix in their truck I don’t miss you, i miss the fun Im tired of looking for you in every guy that i meet. I wonder what you’d think. I guess My mind is still fucking with me.
I wish we never met You’d think that after 5 years of emotional masochism I’d learn, right? Here I am, again, caught mid-cycle We both know how this goes.. I guess this time I’m caving first. I’m waiting on you- I know i cross your mind. I wonder what you’d think My mind is still fucking with me
