i feel it again
edge of the bed
body and head protesting
my stomach's in knots
i don't want to talk
let's just go to bed or something
maybe it'll fix itself tomorrow
but i've been saying that like every night
you say you can't stand to watch me
cry a minute more
so you do the noble thing
and open up the door
if loving me means letting go
and wishing me the best
well then, i guess
i wish, i wish, i wish
you loved me less
we tried to recreate
our favorite date
but we didn't laugh much this time
our trip to big sur
only confirmed
this isn't what it should feel like
and maybe i'm a stubborn overthinker
but i've been thinking over this a lot
and i could try convincing you
they're just intrusive thoughts
but you've seen me truly happy
so you know right now i'm not
if loving me means
crying on the curb at lax
well then, i guess
i wish, i wish, i wish
you loved me less
if loving me means saying
"babe, i think this is the end"
well, i guess
i wish, i wish, i wish
you loved me less