i'm a pretty mess and i don't deserve you
i ran out of time and second chances
sorry couldn't build your white picket fences
and i only got myself to blame
'cause every time i see you
it's like all i am is see-through
we were everything i know it
but i hate that you don't need me
and it gets so hard to speak
everybody says that you're doin' fine now
cruisin' for a thrill like i wouldn't find out
if we could have tomorrow
and i got so much left to say
'cause every time i see you
it's like all i am is see-through
we were everything i know it
but i hate that you don't need me
and it gets so hard to speak
'cause every time i see you
it's like all i am is see-through
we were everything i know it
but i hate that you don't need me
and it gets so hard to speak