Lyrics No One Listens When You Fall Apart - Old Wounds

No One Listens When You Fall Apart

Ginger ale and the fetal position
Who was it that chose this for me?
It wasn’t me
Sing a song of six pence, pocket full of rye
The numb is the void that lays awake at night
Tear the pages of my diary, so you have nothing to remember me
December 16, 1991. Please save the date.
You’ll cry now and I will cry later
I’ll sell myself for you.
I’ll carve your name just to commit.
There is no cure
for me.
Drop me and watch me break
Always the wrong one.
Never the right words
Bruise, glow, take it slow
The candle will burn to an end.
From birth through defects, I would never change
As selfish as it may be, I’m tired of the days that won’t let me sleep
Dry your eyes and hide them
I am a light that has died