When I stare long enough at the mirror
I can see my face start to crack
I'm getting a little old to be in love
And not loved back
Isn't it funny?
You said you loved me on the phone
I know it doesn't count
You've been drinking all alone
And feeling horny and helpless
And my voice was the next best thing to
Someone else's once again
If I ever make it back I will pretend we never met
If you ever come my way I hope that you will do just that
I knew that this time was the last time I would ever look at you
I hope you fucking missed it
I hope you fucking missed it
When I cried at the sight of the back of your head
If I ever make it back I promise this time I won't forget
You don't owe me precious time and darling I don't owe you shit
Sometimes the best thing you can do is just break even
This is the last song I will ever write about you
I hope you fucking like it
I hope you fucking like it
It's the closest thing to closure we will get
If you ever come my way just know that I will wish I was dead
This is the last time I will admit that I love you
I know you'll just deny it
You'll pretend that you can't hear it
Even if I scream it at the top of my lungs
That I loved you since I left
The first time and the last
And all the times in between
Every mile I gain just might be the end of me
Every time I think of you I can feel my rip cage crack
But I am just to god damn old
To be in love and not loved back (but you know that)
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