I'll retreat inside my mind
To search the bits
That you left behind
Social suicide
To look through what you left behind

3 perfume bottles
Got the foulest aroma
Think the feeling's over
If I get high maybe then I'll be sober
Then the are bottles pouring
But they're flowing over

Used to be younger
When life was living
Back when food had taste,
It's giving off horrible vibes of life
As realists
It's getting chilling

If I smile and laugh
Then there's a chance
I'll never come out of this lovesick trance
You hold your heart
And I'll hold mine
Who says we both have to be fine

We can both be damaged
We can both be true
One thing I know is that I'm whole
When I'm with you

So as I search my mind
For pieces of your broken heart
It's scattered across the pages
Of my loveless soul.