i think about all of the things that we will never do
and know that it won't be the same without you
hot air balloons and travels east
a five-year plan reduced to three
i still love you but that ain't enough is it?
sometimes the right decision feels like shit
and now we sleep alone again, crying two rooms apart
my friends tell me that fucking heals a broken heart
i haven't been rejected, though
freedom won't seem to let me go
i still love you but that ain't enough is it?
sometimes the right decision feels like shit
i have no illusions of
finding someone better for me
if this is liberation
give me back my lock and key
you were perfect for me