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.
Now 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 take about our chemistry?
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.
And now I guess it was a bad sign.
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.