Oh, don't worry about those small sharp things on the floor...they're just my heart.

Yeah, I know you love me now. But why should I care? You didn't when I loved you.

I'm just sick of changing myself for you.

It's hard to hear your name and pretend to feel nothing.

Even when she has nothing, she still loses it all.

You keep telling me there's someone out there who's perfect for me, and every time you do I think to myself, "yeah, and he's standing right in front of me."

Because I'm so in love with what we were.

And it isn't like I'm not trying to get over you. In fact, I'm amking progress...I only think about you when I breathe.

You---It's everything. I'm coming apart, I'm coming to pieces.

You've been the only thing that's right in all that I've done.