The sun dries up whats left of me
And I can hardly see any good this did for me.
So I'll kill myself for every mistake I make.
Well I can hardly move, I can hardly breath, I can hardly let go what this made of me.
So I'll leave this place for better or foe worse.
Don't leave it up to me.
I'll just fuck it up like you'd expect of me.
The records spinning like the gears in my mind remind me this is growing up.
The clothes on my back are all that I have so wish me luck.
I lost my better half to friends I thought I had but I have nothing to regret.
So I'll spend my time trying to find my way step by step.
The nights have turned to silence and it gets hard to fight it.
The broken phone the dial tone and my broken heart beside it.
Trying to deal with what my father said was right.
I know how it feels to be left all alone.
Theres nothing quite like it that cuts to the bone.
Feelings of memories stuck in the back of my head.
But this empty bed feels like an empty grave.
The headboard is etched with a date and a name.
I won't let this be the place where I'm bound to end up
(I know you think I'm sinking
The waters getting deep.
But I rather die in this town
Than tie your anchors to me feet)
But it's hard when you blame yourself.