I never told you I got over it
Floating on the top of all the memories
There still exists a hole where all our hearts should be
But mine had slipped a note that said, "you're dead to me"
I don't know
How to be
It's fucking slow
Would you come back to me?
Let's choke
Let's grieve
I was told it comes naturally
Pack it up and go
We all got sick of dreaming
You timed it all so bad, it screamed in elegy
There's little point in trying what we've never been
Be honest, did you really see it happening?
I don't know
How to be
It's fucking slow
Would you come back to me?
Let's choke
Let's grieve
I was told it comes naturally
It's fucking slow, so slow
So slow, yeah, it's fucking slow
So slow, it's fucking slow
It's so slow
Every time I try to write a song about you
It always seems to end up being about me
And though beyond it all, there's nothing left to leave
I'll still be holding on to you incessantly
I've got a problem
I've got a problem
I've got a problem
Yeah, I've got a problem
I've got a problem
I've got a problem
