[00:03.88]Living with the memory in the glass
[00:05.64]Everything is so white in the past
[00:07.99]Cant see, everything I try to be
[00:09.86]Just ends up failing in front of me
[00:10.81]
[00:11.91]Brown hair, brown eyes
[00:13.53]You can’t compare someone’s soul by size
[00:15.74]So I’m living with the floorboards
[00:17.59]Buried with our childhood lies
[00:18.19]
[00:19.50]Out by the back were our dog used to sing
[00:23.32]Place me next to him
[00:24.74]Well never speak of this again.
[00:26.19]
[00:26.30]I found lust in petty smiles
[00:29.15]I got lost in you for awhile
[00:30.90]The ghost by the chair
[00:32.06]Looking at us still pulling out my hair
[00:34.81]I was the residence of your bed
[00:36.63]The emotions you never fed
[00:38.54]Even at this point in life
[00:40.26]My psychiatrist says I was better off dead
[00:42.32]
[00:42.41]So little birch, come grow on my spine
[00:44.13]Be the one who says you’ll always be mine
[00:45.93]But the fire inside, never burns that bright
[00:48.14]Dim with the shadows, a soul not in sight
[00:49.05]
[00:50.45]Being a wall flower is far from new to me
[00:54.16]Its blasphemy thinking this is what love could be
[00:57.74]Suicidal thoughts creeping up the back my neck
[01:01.40]Hanging the noose with good intentions and a welfare check
[01:05.56]
[01:07.71]Maybe I’ve just been wishing too much
[01:14.05]Maybe I’ve just been wishing
[01:18.54]
[01:20.56]Living with the memory in the glass
[01:23.02]Everything is so white in the past
[01:24.93]Cant see, everything I try to be
[01:26.73]Just ends up failing in front of me
[01:27.74]
[01:28.19]Brown hair, brown eyes
[01:30.46]You can’t compare someone’s soul by size
[01:32.32]So I’m living with the floorboards
[01:34.23]Buried with our childhood lies
[01:36.14]
[01:43.54]Ill park in the drive way
[01:45.89]Where this rain never seems to end
[01:47.76]Flooded gutters, flooded eyes
[01:49.27]Stories of a time when we can mend
[01:51.52]But seriously since when did anxiety become too much to swallow
[01:54.83]My back burner is burning a hole
[01:56.55]Straight through my bones leaving me hollow
[01:57.80]
[01:58.91]I guess I’m just calling
[02:00.07]Just to say I’ve been thinking a lot lately
[02:02.78]With dreams of dying
[02:04.13]I was stupid to think that you would change me
[02:06.49]I became used to breathing nicotine
[02:08.48]Every time our lips seem to touch
[02:10.59]I guess this is a stretch
[02:11.16]But black lungs never really meant much.
[02:13.91]
[02:15.37]I never did really mean that much did I
[02:18.59]I never really meant that much to you.