Like You

(альбом: The Art Of Saying Goodbye - 2016)

It stings
Looking at you looking at me, and I'm feeling something
Your fingers
Burning on my skin, but my touch is doing nothing

You told me
"Maybe if we lived a little closer we could do this"
And you hold me
I don't give a fuck about the miles, don't wanna lose you now

You don't stay in touch
I don't even think your songs are about me

But you
Don't like me the way that I like you
And I'm
Hopelessly hung up, and it's too soon
Cause you
Don't like me the way that I like you

It's a lot that I like you, the way that I like you, the way that I like you
It's not that I like you, the way that I like you, the way that I like you

Come clean
Tell me if you miss me 'cause I'm going fucking crazy
This ain't me
Overdosing, roller-coasting, drink you down like whiskey

And you told me
"Maybe in the new year I could visit you in LA"
And you hold me
And I don't give a fuck about the miles, don't wanna lose you ever

You don't stay in touch
I don't even think your songs are about me

But you
Don't like me the way that I like you
And I'm
Hopelessly hung up, and it's too soon
Cause you
Don't like me the way that I like you

It's a lot that I like you, the way that I like you, the way that I like you
It's not that I like you, the way that I like you, the way that I like you

Do you remember the night
We drove in your car to some empty bar
And all I could see in your eyes were the stars
All I could feel was your hand on my heart
Do you remember the night
You played your guitar and we kissed in the dark
And all I could see in your eyes were the stars
All I could feel was your hand on my heart

But you
Don't like me the way that I like you
And I'm
Hopelessly hung up, and it's too soon
Cause you
Don't like me the way that I like you

It's a lot that I like you, the way that I like you, the way that I like you
It's not that I like you, the way that I like you, the way that I like you