How can I miss you when you won't go away?
I saw you again
I think you used me again
Should we try this before we give up and move on
And pretend to restore what we have and hold on
At times like these
It's obvious
I saw you again
I know you fucked him again
Can you comfort yourself with a sense of revenge?
Are you leaving me here with the taste of the end?
There's some room to move on, to move on... to Move On.