Sometimes, there's things inside of me,
And sometimes, these things you cannot see,
And then I think of how good that we could be,
And I think about it.
Sometimes, there's things inside of me,
And sometimes, these things you cannot see,
And then I think of how good that we could be,
And I think about it.
And I think about you,
And how things would be without you,
And I don't, want it to be,
And I think about you,
Sometimes, my thoughts run away with me,
They find someway to come back and haunt me,
And sometimes with your eyes closed is the only way to see,
And I think about it.
Sometimes, my thoughts run away with me,
They find someway to come back and haunt me,
And sometimes with your eyes closed is the only way to see,
And I think about it.
And I think about you,
And how things would be without you,
And I don't, want it to be,
And I think about you,
And I think about you,
And how things would be without you,
And I don't, want it to be,
And I think about you,