Keep messing up with you
Getting tired of your smell
And I never know the truth
And why you're so concerned with being someone that you're not
Nothing feels brand new (brand new) with you (with you)
Except the quiet things that no one ever knows
And it doesn't feel the same
As it did a year ago
And I'll take half the blame
Wonder why we sit and watch each other slowly drift apart
And I never meant to forget (forget) the truth (the truth)
It's just the difference between suicide and you
FUCK
