Im stuck with writing songs just to forget what they really were about, and these words are bringing me, so deeply in debt that i don't think i can dig my way out; I couldn't breathe you in
like i need to and the words don't mean a thing. So i'll sing this song to you for the last time, and my heart is torn in two thinkin' of days spent without you and there is nothing left to prove. Im counting all the things i could a done to make you see that i wanted us to be what i go to sleep and dream of, i want you to know that i'd die for you.