His car is better than yours, but I still miss it

His musics not heavy like yours but I listen

His hairs not dyed like yours, but I still like

His clothes don't look like yours, but they fit him

And there's a burning in my brain

And a hole where your hand was

And too many sleepless nights

But if I can't have you, he'll have to do

He works out more than you, you can't count skating

He doesn't smoke like you, I miss the taste

Here's another verse about how I miss you, but I don't really miss you anymore

What's your name again

And there's a burning in my brain

And a hole where your hand was

And too many sleepless nights

But if I can't have you, he'll have to do

Though he can never

Compare to you

You know that he will

Oh god he's got to

He'll have to do

And there's a burning in my brain

And a hole where your hand was

And too many sleepless nights

But if I can't have you, he'll have to do