It takes me back to a place I want to forget

I remember you asked me “what’s your favorite singer”
I awkwardly said.. uhm Lewis capaldi and you came back with
I listened to him.. I like that song “love the hell out of you”
I refused to listen. I didn’t know that one but I knew you were sending me a message.
And when it all crashed and burned, I listened. How dumb was I?
Because I didn’t need that song to believe
And it was a lie the whole time
I tried so hard to fight it to protect myself and lost anyway
I still dream about us. And I hate myself for that.