inside

I bet you like the way that I
Sit inside on a Friday night
Doing nothing with my life
While you're out partying with other guys
But I'm not wise and these aren't lies
According to you it's all in my mind
But I see the things that they post online
And it makes me sick to my fucking spine
I worry a lot about the day you leave
'Cause the day you leave is the day I leave
And I think too much about suicide
About killing time, about time I try
Something new
'Cause this shit gets old
But I love the way that she says "I love you"
And I tried many times to rewind to the days you were mine
And I tried many times to erase what we made, what have I done?
'Cause a part of me died when you left in November that night
I think he's right, beside you telling you what to say to me, why?
Do I think what I think 'cause I think I'm in love with a lie?
Do I think what I think 'cause I think I'm in love with a lie?
Do I think what I think 'cause I think I'm in love with a lie?