I see my heart dripping from your pocket
(Its so obvious that you're oblivious)
Can i have that back kid? i gotta hand it to you,
You really put your game face on
And you broke a heart, that I thought was gold
So sing this song with me, because you wrote the words
And i hope you're happy, crusted over and indifferent,
You wrote this song against my will
and my body's out of salt, and this weight in my chest is sinking me slowly
(you broke a heart i thought was gold)
So sing this song with me, because you wrote the words
so lets drink this summer away, and sing the words we'd never say, the fourteenth will never be the same, for reasons to sad to name (do it)
im racing myself to the bottom of the lake, where i can finally lay this all to rest
(all to rest)