I'd like to thank you for all the beautiful seconds you gave me
It's just too bad that you and I were actually always three
So let him know how glad I am and I'm sure that you are too/two
But I'll still read all of your letters and pretend we're never through
The sound of nails fall to the ground
I take it all
My worn out spirit barks for one last safe resort
and my tongue is small
But words will blast and shatter
as I hope they'll rip you short
It breaks me to have you laugh at all of our past and never look back
I've been ripping myself right on the inside to try to understand
But I just can't...
And I trust him to make you feel the same
