I’m still alive, but I’m barely breathing.
Just prayed to a God that I don’t believe in.
‘Cause I got time while he got freedom.
‘Cause when a heart breaks, it don’t break even.
(…)
What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you?
And what am I supposed to say
When I’m all choked up and you’re okay?
I’m falling to pieces.
They say bad things happen for a reason,
but no wise words gonna stop the bleeding.
Tell them I was happy,
and my heart is broken.
All my scars are open.
The clock is ticking and I’m giving my two weeks.
Pick your favorite shade of black, you’d best prepare a speech.
Say something funny, say something sweet.
But don’t say that you loved me.
I’m still breathing, but we’ve been dead for a while.
This sickness has no cure, we’re going down for sure.
Already lost our grip, best abandon ship.
Maybe I was too pale, maybe I was too fat.
Maybe you had better, better luck in the sack.
No formal education, I swore way too much.
I swear you didn’t care, ‘cause we were in love.
So as I write this letter and shed my last tear,
know it’s all for the better that we end this here.
Let’s close this chapter, say one last prayer.
But don’t say that you loved me.
You didn’t have to cut me off.
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing.
And I don’t even need your love!
But you treat me like a stranger and I feel so rough.
No, you didn’t have to stoop so low.
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number.
I guess that I don’t need that though,
now you’re just somebody that I used to know.
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over.
Part of me believing it was always something that I’d done.
But I don’t wanna live that way,
reading into every word you say.
You said that you could let it go.
And I wouldn’t wanna catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know.