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