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Funny when I think about the months
That I could not get out of bed
Going back and forth over
The letters that I wrote but never sent
Wake up and repeat it
But I was barely sleeping
Swimming in the memories
And floating in the deep end
How come you're not still in my head?
I got, you got, we got too much time on our hands
Used to be so caught up in the things we had planned
I'm not chasing feelings that I don't understand
I'm underwater, but I'm over you
Thought that I'd be good the day I took down
All your pictures in my room
How to go from easier to everything's
Still leading back to you (ah)
Can I be honest? I think about you constantly
You're closing every door
But now I'm looking for an opening
Maybe I'm just getting confused
I got, you got, we got too much time on our hands
Used to be so caught up in the things we had planned
I'm still chasing feelings that I don't understand
I'm underwater, am I over you?