It feels like the words written on my face
I love you have been replaced with the
Things we don’t want to say
The things we don’t want to say
I sat confused, I knew I was losing you
Three years and seven days
What the hell is another day
You shaved your head, you were painted red
I’m not coming home again
You're staying here alone again
Maybe you should
Know
What you really meant
What you meant to me
Now
Now the feelings dead
Now you’re dead to me
It seems like we crawl back to the start
I move forward, you push back and try break my heart
Does time really help us at all
Does time really help?
I sat confused, I knew I was losing you
Three years, eleven days
What the hell is another day
You lay in bed saying you’d rather be dead
Don’t worry ill be alright, I’ll see you in another life
Maybe you should
Know
What you really meant
What you meant to me
Now
Now the feelings dead
Now you’re dead to me
Does time really help us at all
'Cause I’m not really seeing how everything went wrong
Know
What you really meant
What you meant to me
Now
Now the feelings dead
Now you’re dead to me