I hate myself for losing you I'm seeing it all so clear What do you do when you look in the mirror And staring at you is why he's not here? And oh, I don't know what to say And I don't know anyway I wish you knew I woke up today

Ooh ooh oh-oh I keep seeing visions of you Visions of, visions of you I keep getting stuck in this day Stuck in this déjà-vu You're a mirage It's all in my mind 'Cause now I'm under your spell Even in my darkest hour

Let me take a selfie When Jason was at the table I kept on seeing him look at me when he was with that other girl Do you think he was just doing that to make me jealous? Because he was totally texting me all night last night And I don't know if it's a

I'm sipping pink, Lucozade We're blazing on that new found haze I'm seeing in the blacks and grays, I'm Hoping that the basket sways Left to right Sit and talk shit all night Does that make it right for so Maybe, or am I just seeing shit? Seeing the pain

Baseball cap and flannel arms Dancing with a voodoo doll Sweat rolls down the old guitar Seeing things the way they are A crooked look lay on his brow Beside a wisecrack whiskey mouth Tip up the bottle and pour him out Here he is again

(Whoa) it's unforgettable I feel a rise inside me It's untouchable (whoa) Like breathing fire in me With blind eyes open wide I'm seeing it I'm feeling higher It's unforgettable I'm coming alive, I'm coming alive

I pray for everybody But you can pray for them Pray for everybody Look around, look around, look around, look around Pray for everybody, tell me exactly what you're seeing I'm seeing children being murdered by police and then acquitted on all charges

I can see a change in you I see it coursing through your veins And it is a shame I barely recognize your face We're miles from way back when I can see a change Oh it is a shame oh you And I don't like what I'm seeing lately oh I don't like who I'm seeing

Girl, it's astounding the way that you ground me Just by being around me, help me stay true Behind every man is a woman standing Holding his hand and seeing him through You're my co-pilot Always by my side, looking so fly Baby you got me Clouds hit the

Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR And acquaintances turn to friends, I hope those friends they remember me Hold the