Some nights I lay awake and replay the good times. Over and over again, like a famous lullaby. I fall into my dreams and there you are, waiting for me as usual. It always plays the same. Yeah, the way we used to be. happy, flawless, all the flaws, sarcasm, giggles, laugh and so in love. Everything just falls into place. Squeezing our hands together so tight, you'd think they'd morph together. Holding onto me as if you're afraid I'll disappear. Making the promises we thought we'd keep.
And now again I ended up here, whispering all those sweet nothings.
"Some nights, I still love you."
"Some nights, I think you still love me."
And now again I ended up here, whispering all those sweet nothings.
"Some nights, I still love you."
"Some nights, I think you still love me."