Lyrics All Good Things - The Escape Artist

All Good Things

I’m tired, tired and growing jaded
'Cause the only sound I’m hearing
Is the sound of my own breathing
I’ve tried, tried to break the silence
But the calm just turns to violence
And my hands won’t stop bleeding
As my knuckles split, and the bone breaks in two
I dedicate it to you, because the pain makes it real (makes it real)
Don’t care to think how I feel (how I feel)
And every memory I shared with you becomes a leech
A leech to bite my youth
Why is this reoccurring?
I can’t see clearly, my visions blurring
My hands are numb but I can feel them burning
I am alone, and I am hurting
As far as I’m aware, you’re too far away to care
All good things they come to an end
As far as I have come, all things said and done
All good things they come to an end
Closed eyes (closed eyes), I refuse to look
I can’t accept that you’re not here
Cold air (cold air), sharp against my lungs
But right now I can’t breathe enough
No space (no space), left inside my head
A war that’s raging on, and on
All things (all things), all things must come to an end
I should have known this would not last
So why is this reoccurring?
I can’t see clearly, my visions blurring
My hands are numb but I can feel them burning
I am alone (And I am hurting)
As far as I’m aware, you’re too far away to care
All good things they come to an end
As far as I have come, all things said and done
All good things they come to an end
Come to an end
Come to an end
Come to an end
Come to an end
So why is this reoccurring?
I can’t see clearly, my visions blurring
My hands are numb but I can feel them burning
I am alone