You can't get up cause you've been down and you are reeling.
You catch your breath by counting cracks upon the ceiling.
It makes it somewhat less appealing to be feeling, like you're stealing someone else's broken heart.
This empty end was never something of your choosing.
You could have won but you were much too busy losing.
You go out cruising for a bruising, an illusion that you use to cover up your broken heart.
Hey crooked smile, it would never work between you and I. And I know it's true, I still love you.
You know I do.
You don't try no more but it is not because you're lazy.
Without a doubt you figure out that you are crazy. And it gets hazier the way we were.
I'll stay with her that left you with another broken heart.