You said you stay.
Now the room feels cold.
Your side of the bed got a shape.
I know.
I still check my phone like you might come back.
But the night stays long and it hits me back.
If you're not the one, why does it hurt like this?
If you're not the one, why does my heart feel broken?
If you're not the one, then why am I broken?
Why am I broken?
If you're not the one, then why did I love you?
Why did I love you?
My heart, my heart.
Who can love this heart of mine?
My heart, my heart.
Who can love this broken heart?
I'll pass our own.
I slow right down thinking about all our love and laughter.
I tell all my friends that we're still working things out
Cuz your name still lives right inside this heart of mine.
