Verse 1

Part 1:

It's like the words you said shattered

The fragile glass walls around my heart.

I need to pick up the scattered

Pieces but I don't know where to start.

Part 2:

It was four a.m., when sleep released me from its hold,

First week of February, and I could feel the cold,

Slipping through my sinful skin, reaching my wounded soul,

As all my emotions escaped through the you-shaped hole.

Chorus

And I knew it was all over,

The dream I thought I had in the palm of my hands.

Looks like I was in its grasp instead,

I let it take control of my head.

And now that I am half sober,

I cannot recognize the world in which I stand,

Feels like a part of me is still dead,

Rotting away on your king sized bed.

And each time I bury her,

She just crawls out through my scars,

And I miss you all over again.

Verse 2

Part 1:

I still remember your stories,

The hand burn, the fall, the sewing machine.

And I still feel weak on my knees,

Each time I remember where we've been.

Part 2:

It was a Tuesday when we had our very first kiss,

And a fine December evening when you had promised

That you'd never leave me, and I felt a complete bliss.

Then you were gone, I woke up, knowing something's amiss.

Chorus

And I knew it was all over,

The dream I thought I had in the palm of my hands.

Looks like I was in its grasp instead,

I let it take control of my head.

And now that I am half sober,

I cannot recognize the world in which I stand,

Feels like a part of me is still dead,

Rotting away on your king sized bed.

And each time I bury her,

She just crawls out through my scars,

And I miss you all over again,

Bridge

How you traced circles on my flesh,

Ran your hand through my raven hair,

In moments like these, I confess

To myself that I...still...do...care.

And then I miss you all over again.

Chorus

And I know it is all over,

The dream I thought I had in the palm of my hands.

Looks like I was in its grasp instead,

I let it take control of my head.

And now that I am half sober,

I cannot recognize the world in which I stand,

Feels like a part of me is still dead,

Rotting away on your king sized bed.

And each time I bury her,

She just crawls out through my scars,

And I miss you all over again.

Outro

It's like the words you said shattered

The fragile glass walls around my heart.

I need to pick up the scattered

Pieces but I don't know where to start.