Everyone knows you can't hold onto a heart that's shattered, and mine was a thousand different pieces long before you ever came around.. So tell me when exactly did you decide that it was a good idea to play with broken glass .? And I can find you every Sunday behind every church pew of every remorseful sinner, whispering the three words that always break you the fastest. But hey, what's a savior for anyways.? And you always said " I love you ", like an apology so maybe that's the reason I always played the victim. And boys like you were never meant for keeping, but try explaining that to the girl who always kept all her firefly's in jars long after their lights had burned out. And I should have known that you can't turn every abandoned house into a home... But maybe this is what you meant, when you asked me if i believed in ghosts. People are drugs, and everyone overdoses eventually. And I've wrote you a thousand different messages in a thousand different bottles, but I'm shattering them all against the shore.

Some ships, are better left sinking.