The girl I called my best friend, 
I haven't seen her face in years. 
And I miss it. I miss her.  
Like you wouldn't believe. 

Holding onto moments 
that should have meant nothing, 
but now they're all I have left, 
so I don't let them go. 

So I cry until my throat hurts, 
'cause somehow grieving is the same as loving. 
And even though there's nothing of you left, 
I can't let go. 

And the girl I called my best friend, 
I haven't seen her face in years. 
And I miss it. I miss her. 
Like you wouldn't believe. 
In my head, we never reached our end, 
never had to both pretend. 
But I miss it all. Mostly, I miss her. 
Like you wouldn't believe. 

Holding onto moments. 
Cry until my throat hurts. 
In the end, I'm left with nothing.  
Grieving is the same as loving. 
Holding onto moments. 
I'm still crying 'til my throat hurts. 
I'm at the end and I'm left with nothing. 
I'm still grieving, 'cause I've worn out loving... 

And the girl I called my best friend, 
haven't seen her face in years. 
And I miss it. Mostly, I miss her.  

'Like You Wouldn't Believe' - 16/08/22.