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?