There’s still coffee on the counter and ashes in the tray
There’s still memories in the bedroom from the messes that we made
That we made
You not here’s so strange
And I hate change
Oh, my mom, she asked about you, and I had to say you left
Oh, it killed me just a little to feel those words escape my chest
Escape my chest
It’s messing with my head
Mmm-mmm-mmm, under a million desert stars
Laying down next to my car
Are you staring at the same moon?
Oh, I hate that I still love you
Feeling guilty and ashamed
That I let you get away
Are you staring at the same moon?
Oh, I hate that I still love you, mmm-mmm
All the good parts are here with me
And that kinda makes me sick
‘Cause I can’t just call you up
And ask you how you’ve been
Oh, how you’ve been
Hope that you’re happy again
Mmm-mmm-mmm, under a million desert stars
Laying down next to my car
Are you staring at the same moon?
Oh, I hate that I still love you
Feeling guilty and ashamed
That I let you get away
Are you staring at the same moon?
Oh, I hate that I still love you, mmm-mmm
Midnight breeze is tryna hold me
Trees are talking like they know me
I’m alone, but I’m not lonely
‘Cause you’re out there somewhere
Under a million desert stars
Laying down next to my car
Are you staring at the same moon?
Oh, I hate that I still love you
Feeling guilty and ashamed
That I let you get away
Are you staring at the same moon?
Oh, I hate that I still love you, yeah-yeah
I hate that I still love you
I hate that I still love you
Other lyrics by Mark Ambor:
Academy Street
Like the rain ruins leather Or like water in the desert We both knew We were never right Now I’m far from who I used to be But too close to our memories They still …
Belong Together
I know sleep is friends with death But maybe I should get some rest Cause I’ve been out here working all damn day Blueberries and butterflies The pretty things that …
Bruises And Stains
You never know a good thing till it passes Till it lights you up and leaves you in its ashes It’s always hiding money underneath the mattress for a rainy day And I …
Good To Be
Maybe I’m not some chosen one But damnit I’m my father’s son And that’s something I’m pretty proud to be The colder days have drawn their …
Hate That I Still Love You
There’s still coffee on the counter and ashes in the tray There’s still memories in the bedroom from the messes that we made That we made You not here’s …