I swear I'm sick of sorry songs and sobbin' on the phone
And guitars can only distract you from yourself for so long
I barely recognize the difference there between right and wrong
It come and goes and leaves me broke
And God's the only one that knows it's not my fault I swear to God it's not my fault
I've been losing sleep and d** and thoughts and time and tiny pieces of my mind
That you borrowed without asking me though I don't need them right now
I am so goddamned tired of all the lies we're tellin' to ourselves
I keep a box in my room filled with everything that you ever gave me
Or anything that reminds me of you, I keep it lock out of sight with hopes that one day
I might pluck up the courage to sit down and write this letter to you
You'll keep it locked in a drawer by your bedside, you may never read it
But it makes you glad to know that it's there
And you'll stare at the words that I wrote with my own two hands
Words I never had the courage to say, this is life at a pace that will crush us all
Right back to where we began
This is hope in the form of a song that no one should ever hear
Nothing for certain though, only one thing I know is true
I got all of these little things, but he's still got you
But don't you know that?