It's going to pull at you,
until you hit the ground
point your ears at me
so you can hear
the sound of my voice
will you listen
if I tell you more
thoughts would have come
out of my nose
and pour out
on the bathroom floor

do you see what you've done,
it's been a long six months
I'm slowly being hung,
the city's almost won
why am i always wrong,
conclusions make the song
life is good when you're gone

I'm going to push you down,
you'll fall right out the door
pull out your fingernails
so you can't scratch the floor
(scratch the floor)
don't even listen
if i tell you more
pointless times
were times we had
and all your worth
was just as bad

do you remember nights
in our small town
and together we leave,
you've got to believe
do you remember
the last time
i said bye to this town
where are you now,
i should of known
forget you