Sometimes I think about you when itâs late at night,
And I wonder whoâs on the side of the bed that used to be mine,
Do they know you like I did, your funny little quirks and empty promises?
How grumpy you are before that coffee hits.
The loner who hates to be alone, how are you doing on that gilded throne?
Do you still need to be the smartest guy in the room?
I feel so stupid for being so hung up on you,
But the heart wants what it wants right?
After all this time it should be easy,
you were the one that threw us away,
Iâm just the one lying saying Iâm okay.
























