Your house
The coffee tastes like dirt
Not because I'm hurt
That's just what it tastes like
Dirt roads remind me of my skin
Not because I'm wasting away with the gravel you ground in
That's what it feels like
I wont be sorry
Wont go moping around
In fact I'm doing quite well for now
There's something 'bout giving up
That sounds so bittersweet
Think I'll throw in the towel right now
(But I'll fold it nice and neat)
I'll lay low on the ground
And I'll be on my feet
When I can breathe
When I'm good and ready
This tree
With lover's hear engraved
Not because I'm lonely
Just because i hate it
Sunshine digs underneath my nails
Not because I'm burning all my hopes
Scorching all my faith
As far as I can tell
I'm not bitter
I'm not mouthing off words
Look at my face
believe me now
There's something 'bout giving up
That sounds so bittersweet
Think I'll throw in the towel right now
(But I'll fold it nice and neat)
I'll lay low on the ground
And I'll be on my feet
When I can breathe
When I'm good and ready
(Alright!)
There's something 'bout giving up
That sounds so bittersweet
Think I'll throw in the towel right now
(but I'll fold it nice and neat)
I'll lay low on the ground
And I'll be on my feet
When I can breathe
When I'm good and ready
When I'm good and ready
(Yeehaa!)
(Aha!...so close, yet so far)