Gotta move on

Gotta move on

Gotta move on

Picking up pieces from the past

And postcards you wrote

I keep my demons satisfied, petrified, all gone bad

Gotta move on

Sometimes I wake up afraid of shooting stars

Are we okay?

I keep my demons on my own

I’m at home calculating, constantly wrong

Gotta move on

Gotta move on, Come on

Gotta move on

I find it’s harder not to love you

It’s easy to, I can do it in my sleep

I miss you like I would never see you again

I miss you

It’s easy to, I can do it in my sleep

I do it in my sleep

Gotta move on