Confession: I miss you desperately.
Really, it's ever so sad...

It sucks to be a heartbreaker
can't you see...

The pitter patter on my roof
it's my proof...

Wrapped up in the bitter lies of every day
arms straining to bring her free...

Oh, these lavender walls are closing in...
you don't see them, but I do...

The ceiling fan that I don't have
is sh-sh-shushing confessions from...

We were driving, the music was so loud. You hate...
Where the hell were we going anyway? I don't think...

Cries herself to sleep
just another night...

The words, they taste like cough syrup
so you take them with a grain of salt...

Cry yourself a puddle,
fill your glass with these tears...

The lights go down,
set the scene...

Thick blood
thin tears...