(Uh this is called "in the end")
I see you again after weeks out of touch
And it feels like the first time that I fell in love
Reminds me of then and how I'm not done
Thinking of you
And I'm on the run
From the memories
The fun and the ending
Please hand me a gun
I'm sick of remembering that
I'm not the One
I'm not the One
I'm not the One
You were never sure about me like that
And you were the best thing that I never had
You're the type of man to be with a girl he doesn't love
To spare the woman he does
From the heartache he will cause
Cause you don't give yourself the things you're deserving of
Just don't lie to yourself about us
That it was less than what it was
Can't quite believe that you're being so good
But you still say a few things you probably should
Not
Better to let me rot in my leftover fantasies
Of when you consumed my every waking thought
But you look over again and I can't believe
That I'm shaking like this
Promised I wouldn't grieve
But I did
Oh I did
Take a hit
Take a hit
Don't forget
Don't forget
I hate this
I miss you
We're not friends
And I'm sorry for bringing it up when I see you again
The love was real
I know that
It was real
In the end