I used to be happy
I used to wake up in the morning
Awaiting the textual pillow talk I was so accustomed to
Now I'm lucky to wake up at all
Now I’m lucky to wake up at all (all)

I used to love the cold because you hated it and I could always wrap my body around yours and protect you from its chill
Now every night I freeze to death
Every night I freeze to death
Every night I freeze to death

I used to smile when I see a new picture of you
Now my hands tremble
'Cause I know it's not for me
Am I selfish for that?

I used to look forward to finishing a shift
Because I would get to see you waiting for me
On that same fucking park bench
Now I only dread the coming morning
Now I only dread the coming morning
Dream the coming morning

I used to clean my room
Now its waste land of socks and shorts of a shattered heart
I used to complain that I was too happy to write songs
Well you don’t have to worry about that anymore
I used to complain that I was too happy to write songs
Well you don't have to worry about that anymore
Don't have to worry about that anymore