Gotta move on
Gotta move on
Gotta move on
Picking up pieces from the past
And postcards you wrote
I keep my demons satisfied, petrified, all gone bad
Gotta move on

Sometimes I wake up afraid of shooting stars
Are we okay?
I keep my demons on my own,
I’m at home calculating, constantly wrong
Gotta move on
Gotta move on, Come on
Gotta move on

I find it’s harder not to love you
It’s easy to, I can do it in my sleep
I miss you like I would never see you again
I miss you
It’s easy to, I can do it in my sleep
I do it in my sleep
Gotta move on