I wrote it out and I put it to rest
A couple years and I am balanced at best
But I see your pictures on the Internet
And I hate to admit that I’m just such a mess
I kept a diary, a way to get by I bought a Telecaster, learned how to lie
But the shorter sentences are all I can write
And I hate to admit that I’m outta my mind
I, I can’t get by I don’t know why
But out of the blue I’m kind of a wreck over you
They say it takes a lot of terrible days
Listen to records, they can ease that pain
I took the steps and I erased your name
And I hate to admit you still drive me insane
Stare, stare, stare at your name on a screen
I always wonder if you’re thinking of me Stare, stare, stare at your name on a screen
I always wonder if you know I’m a wreck
Now there’s a special place inside of my heart
For all the quiet things you said in the dark
I’m always trying to forget that part
And I hate to admit that I still have the marks