This book is full of pages and the ones that I should burn

Are all the same ones that I turn to when I'm lost

I'm not sure if I miss him or the blissful optimism

Of the girl you know damn well you could've loved

All my friends would die if they

knew I still see you in a good light

From time to time

But I won't let the truth get in the way of a good story

I leave out all the details that don't add up to your glory

Everybody hates you and I know that I should too

It's just nice to misremember you

If hindsight's 20 20, I prefer it to be blurry

So it's easier to stomach than the truth

'Cause if I'm gonna hate you I would

have to hate the version of myself

That once believed in you

All my friends would die if they

knew I still see you in a good light

From time to time

So I won't let the truth stand in the way of a good story

I leave out all the details that don't add up to your glory

'Cause everybody hates you and I know that I should too

It's just nice to misremember you

It's just nice to misremember you

Misremember

The nights I stayed up wishing you'd call

When you were to blame but you let me take the fault

I played your game, I screamed your name

Till I got so close to not missing you at all

You knew you had me right in your hands

I prayed to God that shadow of a man

Would turn out to be the one for me

But I was way too young to really understand

I'd rather misremember you

I'd rather misremember you