I have a coffee ground soul,
You drank me bitter, black and all,
Felt the speed coursing through,
My sickness, oh, it made you new.
But now you're through, you're through.

Paper dolls with drawn on faces,
Ripped and torn in many places,
Broken, but was I ever real?
You taught me, taught me how to feel.
But now you're through, you're through.

You gave me strength to live again,
And now you won't let me in.
You sewed the patches on my heart,
But now my dear, I guess we part -

And I'll be just fine,
And I'll be even better,
My hands no longer fettered,
My heart as light as feathers.
And now I'm through,
Oh yes,
I'm through.