Petrified

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 shotting 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