We've fallen out of touch, it's been a year since we spoke.
And I miss you so much, but you'd barely know,
That I'm still hurting and I'm still learning how to handle,
Myself in these situations.
This weather, it isn't helping my condition,
Your perfect skies are clearing the thoughts in my head.
This snowstorm, it isn't helping my subscription,
To your perfect rendition of thoughts in my head.
It's been five years since we met, and I guess you know that,
Cause you've been keeping score, it just confirms what I thought.
And the view from here isn't what I thought it would be,
If you're happy, then I'm happy.
If you're happy, then I'm happy with me.
This weather, it isn't helping my condition,
Your perfect skies are clearing the thoughts in my head.
This snowstorm, it isn't helping my subscription,
To your perfect rendition of thoughts in my head.
Take, take, take, take, take your last look,
Cause I'm not will to give back what you took.
I know it sounds crazy but I'm glad that you're over me.
I know it sounds crazy but I'm glad that you're stuck with me.