sometimes when i push this pain out of my ribs
it reminds me of your heart,
should i tell him about the time i threw his card out of the car?
but whats the point in grieving when i still have reasons to hate you?
but who is by your side tonight?
and maybe one day i will come to your window
and steal all my songs back,
steal all my songs back.
it's somehow hollow these days,
remembering the fun we had,
the good times they're all gone.
it's just a moment in time, now that moment's gone.
the five seconds they pass me by so fast,
but what's the point in grieving when i still have reasons to hate you?
but who is by your side tonight?
and maybe one day i will crawl through your window
and steal all my songs back.