How Much You (Honestly) Still Mean To Me

And I always say the wrong thing
Out of anger or out of spite
In the end it doesn't matter 
Who was wrong or who was right
I'm finally admitting this tonight

And I guess I'm just jealous
 Of my past self 
When I had your love wrapped in a box 
Sitting pretty on my shelf 

I miss you more than I thought I could 
And I love you more than I probably should
Because 

You held my hand underneath the stairs 
Your kiss wiped away all my cares 
Your arms broke all my fears, like glass
Even the worst of days still would pass 

And I love your insecurities 
How you make love full of possibilities 
Everyday 

And I just want to love you beneath the sun 
Stay for hours till the day is done 
Then again 

I guess I still want all of our dreams 
And yes, I know how crazy that seems 
That's why I cry at night about you 
That's why I can't think right about you 
That's why you're the only thing that still gets to me 
I only wish you could see 
How much you still mean to me