Have you forgotten the night I spent sitting on your bedroom floor
I was crying telling you that I loved you, while you demanded more
And I'm not calling myself a saint, God knows best that I'm a dick
But what you said to me that night made me scream til I was sick
Have you forgotten the night we spent, sitting on my couch
We were drunk on ecstasy and each others company, with nothing to worry about
Then you turned to me, looked me in the eyes, and asked me to be sure<
And when I looked back in yours I knew, I would never be your cure
You can tell them how I left and abandoned what we had
You can tell them how I only ever made your fucking mad
You can tell them how since I left, you are in such better health
And I don't care what you tell them, I just wanna know what you tell yourself
And I'm not gonna tell you that I miss you, I just miss your touch
And I'm not gonna tell you that I miss you, I just miss you so much
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