I don't spend much time driving through this old town when I come back, but I still come back.
And I don't take too long sitting by the old high school when I park, but I still park.
And I don't pour a drink, I don't light up a cigarette, don't make a habit of coming back to places I'd rather forget.
But when I do, I do.
And I like we used to do, wait for midnight to hit a ring to that run-down line where the lights don't ring.
Flying on the ground with your arms around me, don't pick up the phone like I wanted to.
Don't want to hear a voice if I get through, no, I don't hurt as much as I used to.
That's how I hurt when I do.
I don't spend my nights losing sleep, thinking about moving on, cause I've moved on.
I go out with friends, even talk to someone new.
But every now and then your name comes up, I start thinking back again.
What did I do?
I do like we used to do, wait for midnight to hit a ring to that run-down line where the lights don't ring.
Flying on the ground with your arms around me, don't pick up the phone like I wanted to.
Don't want to hear a voice if I get through, no, I don't hurt as much as I used to.
That's how I hurt when I do.
I do like we used to do, wait for midnight to hit a ring to that run-down line where the lights don't reach.
Flying on the ground with your arms around me, don't pick up the phone like I wanted to.
Don't want to hear a voice if I get through, no, I don't hurt as much as I used to.
I don't hurt as much as I used to.
Damn do I hurt when I do.
When I do.