If I took your hand
Would you recall the feeling...

Writing letters you'll never receive
Makes me feel more and more lonely...

I woke up again
No bullet in my brain...

It'll say so on my grave
That I died 'cause I went insane...

In with a bullet
A metaphor for your love...

I second guess everything
You just want to hear the jailbird sing...

I'm self absorbed and overrated
The carpet is all rolled out...

I really tried
This I swear...

I saw you crying though the glass
In your own, in your own escape...

A few desks ahead,
Scribbling down notes...

I'm pretending again
But you can't tell...

Sarah, you loved the flowers
Pretty as them, you were...