I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted 
I thought about our last kiss how it felt the way you tasted
and even though your friends tell me you're doing fine
and you're somewhere feeling lonely even though he's right beside you
when he says those words that hurt you do you read the ones I wrote you?
sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie?
if what we had was real, how could you be fine?
'cause I'm not fine at all