When you turned your back on me I stopped writing happy songs.

That's the price you pay for trusting someone who makes you feel less strong

A small jar slipped from my hands.
And the distance from my fingers to the floor was enough to shatter it.
And *******, it reminded me,
of how you dropped me.

So I spent hours, trying to piece it back together,
but those cracks still ******* show.

My cracks still ******* show.

Your fingers are caught,
entangled in my ribs,
my heart is in your palm,
and our time is running thin.

If this is what it feels like,
to fall out of love,
then I take back every kiss,
I take back every touch.