| I hate to bother you but I’ve been |
| Wallowing in every single silence |
| I can get my greedy hands on |
| And I could use a little noise |
| To wrestle with instead of all the reasons that I’m never gonna |
| Leave any trace behind |
| I’m just trying to find a way to word this |
| That doesn’t come across as cold |
| And turn it into something you can let your guard down around |
| I’ll give you a penny for your thoughts |
| And a pound for your anxiety and stress |
| Let me live down in a scripted memory |
| Ooh, I think I’m ready to fall apart |
| I think I’m ready to fall apart again |
| I think I’m ready to fall apart again (x2) |
| I really wish you hadn’t told her |
| Everything that goes on in the folded creases |
| Of my garden soul, but here we are |
| Another fight older |
| With nothing to show but |
| Stolen moments that flicker in and out |
| It’s the truth as far as you can tell |
| So how could you ever learn more than this? (x4) |
| Ooh, I think I’m ready to fall apart |
| I think I’m ready to fall apart again |
| I think I’m ready to fall apart again (x2) |