Hundred

It took me a hundred and twenty days to let you go
so why are you calling, wondering about the girl you used to know

After all this time, I never thought
you’d still be holding on to what you said you didn’t want

I hate it , I waited so long for you to understand that we had it, that magic, now it’s too late to start again
But how could I ever really let go
when you won’t ever leave me alone
I hate it, you waited now you gotta let it end

It felt like a hundred and twenty minutes on the phone
with you talking in circles, you never were too good with words

You say you don’t wanna see me hurt
but the more you try to make it easy
it only makes it worse

a hundred days sober thought I had it under control,
Now youre saying you miss me and now I’m starting all over