Even though it was awful, it wasn't all the time
There were things that made me care the way I did
I think about it frequently even though it raises my anxiety
You drove me like a car off of a bridge
I miss the good times
The late nights
The talking to the moon
The street signs
The headlights
I was blinded by you
At the time
I was glad you were mine
I've grown to become someone much more spiteful
There are times I wonder how you're doing
I hope you grow and become something successful
Even though you took what was mine as yours
I miss the good times
The late nights
The talking to the moon
The street signs
The headlights
I was blinded by you
At the time
I was glad you were mine
I wasn't great but that's a given
I tried my best to always listen
History's written by the winner
But I still feel like the villain
Help should not have been ignored
But I can't help you off the floor
When the problem was me
I hope now you can see
I hope you break your mental prison
When I see you next that you have risen
I'm glad you don't need me
You're better off living freely
I miss the good times
The late nights
The talking to the moon
The street signs
The headlights
I was blinded by you
At the time
I was glad you were mine
Some late nights I drift to you
I wonder what I would tell you
If one day down the road our paths crossed again
I sit and wonder if I could ever let you in again