Will we ever talk again the way we used to?
Is it time to have our last words tattooed?
Does your mom still ask if I'm doing alright?
Do the songs we used to sing keep you up at night?

The ones that go "ooooh"
Not not missing you

I'll keep justifying the reasons I let you go
And the version of myself I pretend to know
Until another life where I decide to stay
It's better this way

Guess we were meant to be, just not to last
And to your next girl, I'll be just a part of your past
Still, will you think of me and all the good?
'Cuz I'll play our song when I pass your neighborhood

All you'll hear is "ooooh"
Tired of missing you

I'll keep justifying the reasons we're both better off
And I'll tell my friends that our spark just happened to get lost
And when my sister asks how you're doing again these days
It's better this way

A shout for help
Turned into a whisper
What I'd do to hear you say
"I still miss her"
I'll continue to be misunderstood
But if I could go back, I would

I know we'll never talk again the way we used to
Still I want to waste some ink on a tattoo