She is Not Me

The city fades to black. A crimson sunset. What are you thinking of When you're with her again? Her touch is nothing but a cold chill On your skin. She'll never tell you the things I used to Say. But she's not me, understand she's not Me. There's a playlist of thoughts about me In your head. Closing your eyes, you see a movie where it's Only us, and I miss you so much. So much. Miss you. These days. These days. Oh. Oh, oh, oh. You kiss her lips but you are searching for Mine, and our past is like a track running Through your veins. As plays on repeat, uh, until the morning light. You miss me, I know. I feel you deep inside. But she's not me, understand she's not me. There's a playlist of thoughts about me in your Head. Closing your eyes, you see a movie where it's Only us, and I miss you so much. So much. Miss you. These days. These days. Days, d-days, days, oh. Days, days, d-d-days, These days. Days, D-days, days, oh. Oh, oh. Her touch is nothing but a frost on the Window pane. Pane, pane, pane. Do you remember how we burned in our flame? You're searching for that heat. Searching for that sweet cage. In the cold sheets of someone Else's change. But she's not me. Oh. Understand she's not me. There's a playlist of thoughts about me in your Head. Closing your eyes, you see a movie where It's only us, and I miss you so much. So much. Miss you. These days. These days. Days, d-days, days, oh. Days, days, d-days, Oh.