This is the start of the second part
Of a song that you'll never hear
This is how it felt stealing pieces of hell
To adorn the walls of your apartment with
This is me with the ink dried on the page,
Taking into account that feelings change
You think we're better off friends
I got a million ways to make sure we're strangers again
The perfect end to a train wreck of a weekend
We've bandaged scars with stolen cars and bottled pride
And if this song was to be about you,
It would have something to do with who's the ruin of who
But then it couldn't be more about me too
This is the heart of crashing cars, breaking down doors and falling in love
It's not caring at all
And taking whatever you can get whenever it comes
I know if I take my time
I swear to God I burn a bridge with every line
Steal a piece of hell
And blend it in so well
With this train wreck of a life
The failing health, the stories
I tell all seem to blend in so damn well
With this train wreck of a life