And I'm sitting at the table
The same table that we sat at together so many times

Empty page from a notebook in front of me
Pen in my hand
The words just don't seem to come

What's a man to do?

What's a man to do?

(Chorus)
(This is not love
Rip my heart out
Throw it on the ground
This is murder
If you can't see
You cannot breath
You do not need a heart
Where you are going)

You see me
You see me and you start to walk over

With each step you take
The page finds itself more full

I realized something then
You are my inspiration

You are my inspiration

You are my inspiration

You are my inspiration

(Chorus)

And you see me
You see me and you sit down right next to me
You read over the words that I have chose
It's nothing that you've never read before

What the fuck are words for anyways!

(Chorus)
[What the fuck are words for anyways?]