So many times I would lie awake in the middle of the night, And listen to your heart beat with mine. It’s too cold to go outside… And talk about the wasted times That I’ll never get back.
Fuck those wasted times That I’ll never get back.
As the clouds start to clear, I can feel your breath Holding me down like the weight of the world On my shoulders. I can feel your arms shake, As your heart starts to break. Like you’re broken… Broken inside.
And it’s not cold anymore… So why do your lips still feel sore? I can tell you’re not happy anymore, Your skin’s too cold to touch. It’s obvious I’m being ignored.