i could never call you ugly
or say that you aren't funny
my lips could never form "i hate you"
because they aren't true
i tired, i did
but you always seem to be on my mind
every day and night
i see you in my dreams and the white cars that drive by
i listen to the songs we used to sing and scroll through photos
every day without you, another part of me dies
because you were the person who made me alive
