I Wrote a Song About You

Tell me what it's like To not spend every night Fighting with your demons And sleeping without the lights on I'm tired of feeling like I might not make it through the evening And certainly not throughout the week The nights we spend together may just be the last you see of me 'Cause I've got a problem with holding on to things Sometimes I refuse to let go Sometimes things just won't let go of me And I'd like to think that every day I get a little bit better But that lie falls apart The moment I start to feel under the weather And I miss you But I know that you don't think twice about guys like me The ones who fall for you and get swept under the rug beside the sink I might just sleep tonight Although my demons tend to keep me up 'Cause I think that I might Have finally fallen out of love It's not the same thing as the hate that drives me to be like me I've still got a soft spot for the things that you taught me to let go of And just believe Like, "It's gonna be fine Things will all just work out in the end" If that doesn't mean me, that's fine I'll just pretend it never happened I'll go back to how I was back then