I'm driving past your house pretending you are still mine I'm hoping one day we could forget all the bad times Your car ain't in the drive and I don't know where you are I guess you're with your friends, yeah I hope you ain't far I'm driving past your house pretending you are still mine But I gotta get used to this Gotta get used to this Yeah all the good times I miss But I gotta get used to this Used to this, yeah I know nothing's forever but I thought we could try But now I'm looking back I know we wasted our time But the things you used to tell me, did you mean them? Now I'm laying staring at the ceiling I know nothing's forever but I thought we could try But I gotta get used to this Gotta get used to this Yeah all the good times I miss But I gotta get used to this Used to this, yeah