Gone

I, Im outside of your house
Im tryna catch my, breath
But Im kinda freakin out
(But Im kinda freakin out)
Ive got your old boots, in the backseat of my car
And that tattoo, of your initials on my arm
And theyre both used, worn and weathered like my heart
We stop em we start again

What if I said I didnt think about you ?
What if I told you that the feelins gone?
Would you come back to me anyways?

Now Im lyin on the floor
Just starin at the screen
Where Ive gotten on the stored
Ive erased it twice before
Its like a bad song, playin over in my head
Off those records, still in a box under your bed
Its so hard, when we break before we bend
We stop em we start again

What if I said I didnt think about you?
What if I told you that the feelins gone?
Would you come back to me anyways?