Tom Frane - Unstable

I’m unstable
I don’t want anyone thinking
that i’m still not able
To hear you’re happier now

You’ve been moving on
And you’ve made it look so easy
while i’m still talking to your ghost in my memory

Five am, i’m walking home again
On my own, would you pick up the phone?
I cleaned my place, put down our picture frames
Cause i don’t want these strangers to know

That I’m lying in pieces,
cutting deeper with every move
And I’m fighting these feelings,
pretending i’m over you