if memories could **** I would already be dead
because the sound of your voice and the pressure of your touch live like knifes inside my head

so what will you say when they find me dead on the ground?
clenching a map with your heart on it scratched in my blood while my voice is not even making a sound

will you turn yourself in for murdering our love and killing me?
or will i forever pay the price while you get to hold her hand and walk the earth free

while I take my last and final breath I will never understand how easy it was for you to walk away
but how easy it was for every word and every touch and every memory to always stay

if memories could **** I would already be dead
because the sound of your voice and the pressure of your touch live like knifes inside my head