I may not have money, but I've got heart.
Shouldn't that be enough to keep this from falling apart?
There's change rattling in the ghost town of my heart,
So vacant,
Wondering where it all went,
Now it's all my fault.
Not because I scared you away,
But because I'm the only one left to blame.
And you're the only one I want.
If I told you everything is old and creaking,
Wouldn't you come back?
Not even to help me destroy the home we used to grow in?
Burning all these bridges,
I'm left with nothing but extreme dissatisfaction.
And should I repent,
Try to hold what's left of this bridge up on my shoulders?
Or should I give it up in a beautiful goodbye,
Like pulling the trigger with your eyes closed.
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