It's hard to admit I still think about you Five years, two-thousand days I've been living without you I know I was a dick and I ruined your life, that's just as f**ed up as I am tonight It's hard to admit I still think about you It's hard to admit I still think about you I want to die when I wake up in the morning, if I'm dreaming about you I hate to admit it, but I hate your new guy, I'd like to bury my thumbs in his eyes It's hard to admit I still think about you