The Creative Process

I can't let you go, you know I can't forget about you.
Standing here it's cold, God, I fucking miss your smell
But I never said the end would be so close to me
I never said good-bye would last for all the memories
I can't say I'm over this, and everything I gave you I want back
I can't say I'm over this, and I want all my hugs and kisses back.
I can't let you go, I don't know how to forget about you
Money's gone I'm broke, and I miss my favorite jacket.