How much do you remember about those summers we spent together?
Because I don’t seem to be able to recall all those things I thought that I’d miss
Your perfume and your sun kissed skin
Turns out they meant nothing all along

I was haunted by the emptiness that filled the hole you left
A grave I still can’t bring myself to visit yet
Though I won’t be losing sleep, I still refuse to forget
It took me so long to admit we were dead

But we were dead

You buried it in the backyard of a house that we built with our bare hands
Where you said we’d grow old together
I felt safe there
I knew every crooked frame and every creaking stair
I could have stayed my whole fucking life
But time, it was never a friend of mine

I got so scared that I disappeared into my head for 8 lonely years
And it killed me, but it hurt you too, and I’m sorry
I’m sorry but you weren’t there when I needed you most
I felt like I was a ghost of someone you used to love
But I was never enough to save us

Are you happy?
Are you happy?

So tell me, is it serious between you and him?
I hope to God that he makes you happy
I hope I never hear your name again

Now the home we made is nothing more than a house
Where we fucked and we ate, but never fell in love
You’re sleeping in the bed we made, with somebody else
Are you happy?
Are you fucking happy?