Texas

<br>Sometimes I lie awake in bed<br><br>Thinking about the things you said<br><br>So lost for words, so lost to tell you how I feel<br><br>So terrified of changing what I thought was real<br><br><br><br>Its too bad, youre gone<br><br>Its too bad, youre not alone<br><br>And I know that you couldnt see<br><br>That its too bad that youre gone<br><br>And not here with me<br><br><br><br>Standing here, trying to make some sense of this<br><br>Theres nothing between us<br><br>Still I can feel your awkwardness<br><br>Youre so lost for words<br><br>So you just tell me Im your friend<br><br>There must be one reason<br><br>Only one reason in the end<br><br><br><br>Its too bad, youre gone<br><br>Its too bad, youre not alone<br><br>And I know that you couldnt see<br><br>That its too bad that youre gone<br><br>And not here with me<br><br><br><br>So why are you pulling away<br><br>It must be from things that I say<br><br>And Im thinking youre thinking of him<br><br>So why do I even care at all