June 02 and I am sittin here thinking of you
About all the lies and stupid things we used to do
I hate the way I feel when I go to sleep
I can't even shut my eyes
It's no surprise that I am missing you like hell
I know these words don't mean too much anymore
In fact they tend to burn as I write them down
Too hot to handle I think I'll stop right now
If it weren't for you, I might be swimming face down