it's unhealthy to write
to write, then I'll know
look into my eyes, or past them
I won't notice your distraction
call me with another girl in bed
call me from her room where you lay
I'll act oblivious, it's obvious
and all my trust that is betrayed
believe me when I tell you I'm over
          When I Say It's In The Past
it's past, I'm over
but to write, and to know when you're sober
... am I?
the clock says it's early
but I think I'll sleep away
a room over, this apology is pretend
I love you and I need to come home.
I'm loving the camera, obsessed with a phone
          Chained To A Memory
******* to a bad dream
I'll leave them all behind
for one more second with you