Remember when we went to the city?
You held my hand as we got off the train.
And we just talked for hours,
as we sheltered out from the rain.
I can't sleep and I can't eat and I can't focus on this.
And everything you said to me was just a lie,
something to make me feel good inside.
Nothing hurts harder than finding out the truth,
about the one thing you thought you knew.
Missing you feels like breathing.