I'm sick.

I think I'm on the brink.

Turn the tv up so that I can fall asleep and drown out all of my thoughts.

The ones in which you love to haunt me...

Stoned, feet on the cement.

Cursing at myself all the way to your apartment, pressing my ear to the door.

Oh I can hear that you're not alone, no.

Do you think fate is just a lie we tell ourselves to help us fall asleep at night?

I'm waking up sideways, laying in the driveway, trying to forget the thought of you.

I'm drowning my sorrow even though it's hollow, taking tequila shots at noon.

That's why I followed you home, even though it's insane.

Watch you silence your phone whenever it shows my name.

Tell me a beautiful lie.

Tell me it's only for tonight.

Tell me he's only a friend.

Say you remember when I used to call you ""miss"" and you'd kiss me on the neck.

Used to call me ""baby"" now you never call me back.

I swear it's this game that we play...

If only you would see it that way.

Do you think we could spend the night indulging ourselves, just to recall what it was like?

I'm waking up sideways, laying in the driveway, trying to forget the thought of you.

I'm drowning my sorrow even though it's hollow, taking tequila shots at noon.

That's why I followed you home, even though it's insane.

Watch you silence your phone whenever it shows my name.

I can't let you go.

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Writer(s): Blake Dahlinger, Brent Walsh, Chris Hinkley, Courtney Ballard, Ian Pedigo, Jared Poythress