End of Nothing

Looking at your photo, i tend to think about those times
Messsaging your phone, wrapping myself up in your crimes
Living in the future, still miserable though, no suprise
Call me when im lonely, whisper pretty lies down the line
Roam the streets of paris, im still trying to chase your time
If i told you what im thinking about youd cry
Its not your fault im like this, see why you keep your distance
I really can’t get past this, can i come round later on
I just want you to feel it
Why won’t you feel it
Im sick of talking about it
Its the emd of nothimg
We talk once, you’re in my dream
But im not asleep
Im in way too deep
I can’t let you see
Now i’m miserable
Because of your effect
Thinking of the shit
That i should of said
But its over now
End of the scene
I dont wanna go
Can’t afford to leave