I'm drinking the memories of you away
On the floor, as worn and tired as this guitar
Even more out of tune
Unable to sing anything but the saddest songs
I'm done with writing words no one will read
Singing songs no one will hear
I'm tired of thinking about someone who doesn't think of me
Dreaming of someone who forgot me long ago
Tunes stripped from a soul that died when the first leaf fell
A heart that can't break is no good to anyone
What if it has been broken beyond repair?
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC
I'm drinking the memories of you away
On the floor, as worn and tired as this guitar
Even more out of tune
Unable to sing anything but the saddest songs
I'm done with writing words no one will read
Singing songs no one will hear
I'm tired of thinking about someone who doesn't think of me
Dreaming of someone who forgot me long ago
Tunes stripped from a soul that died when the first leaf fell
A heart that can't break is no good to anyone
What if it has been broken beyond repair?
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