Don’t Text You

Gotta keep telling myself not to text you
Gotta stop thinking about how to get you
Back it’s killing me not being next to you
Fuck i really hope i don’t text you

I really fucked up bad when i broke up with you
There was so much smoke around i couldn't see through
Im so afraid you hate me now i dont know what to do
All i can think about is things i wish i could tell you

If you found somebody else i dont know what i’ll do
Every thought i have somehow leads back to you
I think i’m losing my mind i can’t think straight
I tell my self to hold on and it’ll go away

But every morning it hits me in a worse way
I’m getting closer to doing it every single day