i was laying on the floor when you were gone
like it was something i could die from
now my head aches and your friends all think i’m dumb
you said it’s just a bit of bad blood
i don’t feel great but it doesn’t bother me
because i don’t have the energy
and the x-ray doesn’t tell me anything
or show me what the hell you see in me
all my time has turned to days
that i will waste till my dying day
and all my bones have realigned
and now i guess it was a bad sign
i was praying to the lord for some fun
but i guess he didn’t have some
and betraying everything that i’d become
just to prove it wasn’t true love
if i’m too late will you come and hurry me
like a kid among the dying leaves
if my heart breaks will you drug and carry me
where we can talk about our chemistry
all my time has turned to days
that i will waste till my dying day
and when i tried i was ashamed
and said i don’t believe in saving face
and all my clothes are still inside
and broken up into little piles
and all my bones have realigned
and now i guess it was a bad sign
now i guess it was a bad sign
and now i guess it was a bad sign