Raindrops on the window And I miss you more than I should.
We tried it once. Should we try it again?
We said goodbye, But neither of us were strong enough to leave. Or, I suppose, I wasn't strong enough to leave.
Do I miss you? Or am I just lonely? Do I need you? Or do I just want something to fill the void?
But how can I explain the butterflies? The smiles? The way my heart races when I think of you?
I know it's my fault. I know it's my damn fault. I always ruin it when it's good, And God we were good.
I shouldn't miss you. I don't miss you. I can't miss you. I can't miss you. I can't fucking miss you. But I still fucking do.