It's hard to admit I still think about you
Five years, two-thousand days I've been living without you
I know I was a dick and I ruined your life, that's just as fucked up as I am tonight
It's hard to admit I still think about you

It's hard to admit I still think about you
I want to die when I wake up in the morning, if I'm dreaming about you
I hate to admit it, but I hate your new guy, I'd like to bury my thumbs in his eyes
It's hard to admit I still think about you