Tuesday at Seven (Live)

October 22nd I held you for the last time Can't get the feeling out my mind We were exhausted but fought for every single day I wanted to stay It took months to get every piece of you out of my life But your face appears in my dreams sometimes And I'm alone to wonder why I miss you I don't want to But your hand fit in mine for a reason I miss you And I'm so confused What made me not worth saving When it's Tuesday at seven I remember what we would be doing And I find myself accusing 'Wanna be content, or mad Or jealous Anything but sad To move on from what we had It took months to get every piece of you out of my life But your face appears in my dreams sometimes And I'm alone to wonder why I miss you I don't want to But your hand fit in mine for a reason I miss you And I'm so confused What made me not worth saving I die a little every time I think of you And all these rhymes I've had to make Over this heartbreak This wasn't where we're meant to go If you tried again, the answer's no Don't make me wonder when I'll be able to love again I miss you I don't want to But your hand fit in mine for a reason I miss you And I'm so confused What made me not worth saving