My heart is just a paperweight
that rests upon these memories of you
Your face has stained my walls of thought
and it’s not going anywhere
For you were woven into who I am
and the holes you left just bleed right through
So empty bottles fill my empty hands
in hopes of making me think that I’m okay.
but I need you so much, it hurts
Yeah, I need you so much, it hurts
I could fuck up a one car funeral 