I tug your hand and point.
See that moon up there...

The running ink chases the words from the page
there goes another wasted day...

Is darkness beauty?
Or guilty pleasure...

I feared for your health,
I loved your eyes...

Glancing behind me i see things i'd rather not
Looking ahead i see things to fear...

Your hand flew across the foggy window
Heart after heart after heart...

Lost in her composure, she watched as he left her...
without saying goodbye...

No one understands
Everyone tries to...

I don't think we're ever going to get back...
but yes...

I hear the screech of breaks
The smash of metal...

It's all the days you took my breath away
yea they're to blame...

Why does it hurt this bad
the process of letting go...