Think I'll rename my heart, the calendar
'Cause it'll surely know just when to end
And I've been looking at you through the telephone,
as the photograph whispers that she isn't even home
So alone, I bleed myself right in
Unusual here breathing, inviting the silence

But you're not here,
you're nowhere near at all
Just skin and atmosphere
And if it's not what you wanted,
better get out now
Alone it takes me,
underneath it'll surely break me
Underneath these things

Twenty some years my parents let themselves leave
I always swore that would never, ever be me
And now you're looking at me through a new lens,
your voice on the end doesn't understand anything, nor do I
Paper cuts for me

Prove me wrong, I want you to prove me wrong