When the sun comes down and I'm alone again
Dust collecting on the windowsill in my head
Four walls never felt so revealing
An empty hole left open in the ceiling
I know you're tired from all of my feelings
The glass is cracked the cold seeps in
It wasn't always this way
But girls in glasshouses
Should know not to throw stones
The windows are broken
And god knows there's nobody home
What if I have nothing interesting left to say
What if this is all I am?
Would you choose to stay?
It wasn't always this way
But girls in glasshouses
Should know not to throw stones
I miss you, I'm sorry
But I know how this goes
Yeah I know how this goes
(It wasn't always this way)
