| I know you’re not asleep
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| I can feel you moving over there
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| You’ve been playing with the seam
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| In your worn out underwear
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| My lips are raw as hell
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| From biting on them just to stay awake
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| It’s not like I’m gonna need them, you won’t be around
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| To see them bleed and break
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| All that I do, comes back to you
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| So I’ll just think about you 'til there’s nothing in my head
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| All I can do, is try not to screw this up again
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| And just be friends, I’d rather be dead
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| I drove out of east Atlanta
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| With a headache the size of my car
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| I called to say I was okay
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| 'Cause I know how you are
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| I’m like a movie without an ending
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| You know I’ve got nowhere to go
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| And it makes me wanna throw up
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| To see you wanna give up
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| More than you’ll ever know
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| Bridge:
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| Everything’s supposed to have a happy ending
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| But the record keeps skipping and the needle keeps bending
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| Like the road I’m driving to the bridge that has no end
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| I wanna take back everything that I’ve broken
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| But the bridges behind me are burning and smokin'
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| I guess this is the end |