Not in Love With You
Another night with the sheets only wrinkled on my side
Another morning with an extra pillow covering my eyes
Waking up too early 'cause there's nothing else to do
When you're sleeping by yourself on a mattress made for two
It's been 320 days and I'm still trying to think up ways
Of how the hell I'm supposed to get over you
The getting better that they talk about, as far as I can figure out, won't happen
While I'm still in love with you
Another pot of coffee cold and thrown out down the sink
Another sunset I can't talk about and ask you what you think
Walking street-side down the sidewalk with nobody else
It's the little things seem silly when you do them by yourself
It's been 620 days and I'm still trying to think up ways
Of how the hell I'm supposed to get over you
The getting better that they talk about, as far as I can figure out, won't happen
While I'm still in love with you
Another book I never had the time to read before
Another picture tossed that doesn't make me cry no more
Sitting staring out the window while a storm blows in
It's the simple kind of lonesome that I'm finding myself in
It's been I don't know how many days and I'm done trying to think up ways
I think I've finally gotten the hell over you
The getting better that they talk about, as far as I can figure out, won't happen
But at least I'm not in love with you
Another morning with an extra pillow covering my eyes
Waking up too early 'cause there's nothing else to do
When you're sleeping by yourself on a mattress made for two
It's been 320 days and I'm still trying to think up ways
Of how the hell I'm supposed to get over you
The getting better that they talk about, as far as I can figure out, won't happen
While I'm still in love with you
Another pot of coffee cold and thrown out down the sink
Another sunset I can't talk about and ask you what you think
Walking street-side down the sidewalk with nobody else
It's the little things seem silly when you do them by yourself
It's been 620 days and I'm still trying to think up ways
Of how the hell I'm supposed to get over you
The getting better that they talk about, as far as I can figure out, won't happen
While I'm still in love with you
Another book I never had the time to read before
Another picture tossed that doesn't make me cry no more
Sitting staring out the window while a storm blows in
It's the simple kind of lonesome that I'm finding myself in
It's been I don't know how many days and I'm done trying to think up ways
I think I've finally gotten the hell over you
The getting better that they talk about, as far as I can figure out, won't happen
But at least I'm not in love with you
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Writer(s): Levi Tucker
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