I can honestly understand why it's over. I can go through the motions of walking away.
I can give you the key and take my things back. I can find plenty of things to fill my days.
But I don't know how not to think about you when it's late at night and quiet.
And I know that I ought to be the one who is strong and just moves on.
But I'll probably turn down your room, knock, knock on your door, fall back in your room.
And just wake up in the morning hating myself for the way that I can't help the way I still want you.
I just don't know how not to, how not to, how not to.
I just don't know how not to, how not to, how not to.
You're like second nature, baby, you're just like breathing.
A melody that you hear and you can't avoid.
But I don't know how not to think about you when it's late at night and quiet.
And I know that I ought to be the one who is strong and just moves on.
But I'll probably turn down your room, knock, knock on your door, fall back in your room.
And I know that I ought to be the one who is strong and just moves on.
But I'll probably turn down your room, knock, knock on your door, fall back in your room.
And just wake up in the morning hating myself for the way that I can't help the way I still want to.
I just don't know how not to, how not to, how not to.
I just don't know how not to, how not to, how not to.
I just don't know how not to, how not to, how not to.