Why am I still holding on to something that is no longer there?
A blurry photo, a broken ring

So what if the **** phone doesn’t light up with your name
I know you’re there somewhere with a lousy look on your face trying to fit in with the crowd

You always said you’d never let them get inside your head
Yet here I’ll sit and wait and slam the bottle across my ****** knees cause hell it’d hurt a lot less than this void you left in me

I’ll fill it with poison and empty hearts til I’ve had enough and come crawling to your doorstep with my hands around my own neck because I really did it this time