I Feel It Again, Edge OfThe BedBody And Head ProtestingMy Stomach's In Knots, I Don'tWanna TalkLet's Just Go To BedOr SomethingMaybe It'll FixItself TomorrowBut I've Been SayingThat Like Every NightYou Say You Can't Stand ToWatch Me Cry AMinute MoreSo You Do The NobleThing And Open UpThe DoorIf Loving Me Means LettingGo And Wishing MeThe BestThen I GuessI Wish, I Wish,I Wish You LovedMe LessWe Tried To Recreate OurFavorite DateBut We Didn't Laugh Much This TimeOur Trip To Big SurOnly ConfirmedThis Isn't What It ShouldFeel LikeAnd Maybe I'm A Stubborn OverthinkerBut I've Been Thinking Over This A LotAnd I Could Try Convincing YouThey're Just Intrusive ThoughtsBut You've Seen Me Truly Happy,So You Know Right Now I'm NotIf Loving Me Means Crying On The CurbAt LaxWell, Then I GuessI Wish, I Wish, I Wish You LovedMe LessIf Loving Me Means Saying,"Babe, I Think This IsThe End"I GuessI Wish, I Wish,I Wish You LovedMe Less