[ Featuring Victoria Bigelow ]
Lying in a room I hate
Smells of smoke in the cheaper kind of taste
I call you once to hear your voice
This sound reminds me of the choices
That both of us have made
And I f*cking miss you
But I'm feeling much better
Now that we are not together
I hear you're alone in some bar
Our lives seem pretty parallel thus far
But he's moving the dark
Foreign place, familiar thought
And I f*cking miss you
But I'm feeling much better
Now that we are not together
You ask me how I get to sleep
It's not too hard
Being this tired when your constantly this bored
I didn't ask that much of you
But perhaps I did
Just entertain me for the moment
And I f*cking miss you
But I'm doing much better
Now that we are not together
