Did you expect it all to end with the dial of your phone?nThat i would wash your dirty hands of all my blood?nThis knife in my back has been twisted one too many timesnAnd i've listened to one too many lies about your lovennSo don't take it back, don't take it back you can't save face and keep your spine intactnDon't take it back, don't take it back anymorenDon't take it back, don't take it back you cannot erase the pastnDon't take it back, don't take it backnnAnd yet it still seems to exist in my fingertipsnPages just seem to fill up with all of our sinsnI'm stuck on these words, and i've used them in one too many songsnRepeated verses of old conversations that went on way too longnnThese old ghosts haunt my hallways at midnightnIt keeps me tossing in my sleepnAnd the movement of my bedding marks that closure that i neednSo i'm promising you'll never hear another word from me