Picture perfect memories scattered all arround the floor. Reaching for thephone 'cause i can't fight it anymore.
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind.
For me it happens all the time.
It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now.
Said I wouldn't call, but I've lost all control and I need you now.
And I don't know how I can do without, I just need you noow.
An other shot of whiskey can't stoop looking at the door, wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before.
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind, for me it happens all the timeeeee (...)
Guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all.