every piece of me that has been a part of you is trying to
choke me half to death while i sleep
and every piece of you that i’ve tried hard to forget is reaching
out for my neck and trying to kill me

it’s 4 am again and i’ve been worrying my friends about
the same old tired relationship shit
but everything reminds me of you, your collars and collar bones
even the neighbor's dog reminds me of us

so please say it’s okay for me to think about you every night
this week or month or year, and if not, i guess we’ll never talk again

i miss wasting my nights away with someone apart from me
but now it’s quiet and empty nights on my own
48-hour calls where we refuse to end at all
even now, i won’t hang up on you
late night at the park, smoke while it’s still dark but
no matter how high i get, it’s a farce

i know you didn’t like it when i smoked, but now it’s out of your hands
i know you didn’t like it when i drank, but now i barely can stand

so please say it’s okay for me to think about you every night this week or month or year, and if not, i guess we’ll never talk again