Last night, I sent you a text
This morning, you asked what's wrong

I could have told you that I'm still
in love with you and i want to
start over, but not like last time,
but actually to start over

I could have told you that even though
she tries, I would try harder

I could have told you that I'd do
anything just to see your smile
one more time

I could have told you that in which
the dreams you're in, I never
want to wake up, because
waking up means goodbye and
we've already done that enough

I could have told you that I miss the
scar under your right eye and
the way you make me laugh

But when was the truth ever in our favor?