Two years and still you're not gone.

Guess I'm still holding on.

Drag money through the dirt, somehow it doesn't hurt, though.

Guess you're still holding on You told your friend you want me dead And said that I did everything wrong, and you're not wrong, Well, I'll take all the vitriol but not the thought of you moving on Cause I'm already.

To find out you know how to forget me.

I'd rather hear how much you regret me.

Than pray to God that you never met me, then forget me Oh, I hate to know I need you clever Love to know I cross your mind, babe