That's not who I am anymore
That quiet day girl doesn't exist
I forgot she ever did at all
But she changes everything

I was more than blind
More than a little unkind
I was an eclipse that shattered the sunshine
And while that version of me is gone
All her scars still remain

Run from me and never look back
And I pray no one else ever hurts you like that

My sorry's aren't enough, not to me
I wanted to fill the broken cracks with gold
But I was the one who put them there
Quiet day girl may be gone
But I'll never forget that she was there

Quiet day girl should have changed sooner
She should have changed for you

I keep playing my guitar
I feel you in the strings
Playing songs that remind me of you
You're in every strum
Every line

Do you know I don't want to drink to forget you?
I want to drink to drown in you

Coming back to you is the cruelest thing I can do.
Maybe I'm not hoping you'll let me—
I'm begging you to stop me.
It's a car crash, and I'm the one driving.

The world is falling apart,
but I would gladly live through an apocalypse
if it was side by side with you

I'd watch the last sunset
journey of the moon
and twinkle of the stars

If I knew you were watching too

The memories feel like walking into spiderwebs
I try to shake them off but I still feel them linger
Beautiful and intricate but broken by my touch
No one thinks about the spiders that get displaced
When we waltz into their invisible silky homes
They'll never weave a web identical to what was lost
I wonder if they sit in their new webs sometimes
Dwelling on the ones they've lost
The same way I'm stuck in the memories
Like I'm caught in the ruins of their losses
And I wish I could feel like the fire in your hearth
But I know I'm the wind that blows it out

Just like the broom that clears the cobwebs

The vicious cycle of losing my job
Then when I finally get one
Blistering my feet from standing
Just to pay rent

Of fighting with my cousin
To make him fight for himself
Of worrying about my sister
Knowing I'll never stop

And when things finally get better
I find myself jailed
In my minds self made dungeons
As if being content is just too much