| I love saving your seat at the table |
| Getting high, picking out names |
| And holding your cake when you blow out the candles |
| A text when I get off the plane |
| I hate changes |
| And surprises make me mad |
| Our plans started fading |
| When I told god and he laughed |
| Thought I’d be holding your hand on my deathbed |
| Never thought love would die before we did |
| So I mourn and I cry, act like you’re not alive |
| To convince myself this is the end |
| Never thought you could push me towards madness |
| Now I’m Alice in the rabbit hole |
| It’s like the past the six months just hit me all at once |
| Reaching for something to hold |
| I hate changes |
| Not knowing makes me insane |
| So now I’m waiting |
| For someone to take your place |
| Thought I’d be holding your hand on my deathbed |
| Never thought love would die before we did |
| So I mourn and I cry, act like you’re not alive |
| To convince myself this is the end |
| Where do promises go |
| When nobody kept them? |
| If you don’t mean those words |
| You shouldn’t have said them |
| And how should I kill |
| All the dreams that we had? |
| Cause I can’t just forget |
| A life I won’t get back |
| Will I be thinking of you on my death bed? |
| What if nobody wanted me like you did? |
| So I mourn and I cry, act like you’re not alive |
| To convince myself this the end |
| Thought I’d be holding your hand on my death bed |
| Never thought love would die before we did |
| So I mourn and I cry act like you’re not alive |
| To convince myself this is the end |
| Thought I’d be holding your hand… |