

(sighhhh) (mmm-hmm) Your sweaters still sit on my floor
And I can't look at our old front door
I miss how you laughed at my worst jokes
Now I'm inhaling your best friend's smoke
He looks just like you in the dark
He says we should walk through the park
But it feels so wrong,
yet it feels so close
To the ghost of you I miss the most
I want you back,
it's driving me mad
But I'm holding onto the closest thing I had
I'm leaning in close
to your lifelong brother
If I can't have you,
I'll have the other
(yeah, oh-oh)
He's got your hands,
he's got your car
We're parked underneath the same old star
He thinks that I'm looking at him
But the memory of you won't grow dim
I want you back,
it's driving me mad
But I'm holding onto the closest thing I had
I'm leaning in close
to your lifelong brother
If I can't have you,
I'll have the other
(no, oh-oh)
Just to feel close...
Just to feel you... (mmm-hmm)