My hopes they crowd these homes. 
It was so certain we must part. 
Just some cusual goodbyes,
did you ever see it eat me up? 

No [bad word] reasons why, 
just some questions left to shake the sky. 
My love for we had planned 
much for this to die.

i'm observing the pieces fallen, 
fallen off the table. 
Of failures in this [bad word] lie, 
ripping out the pages, mending broken clocks. 

Broken mirrors 
and ripped up pages are all that's left 
standing alone 
and i don't know what to do.
Even sheltered lives 
can't help me hide from this feeling anymore, 
it's like thorowing knives at my [bad word] mind. 
It's like you're throwing knives at my [bad word] eyes. 
These hopes they crowd these homes.
It was so certain we must part. 
Just some casual goodbyes, 
did you ever see it eat me up? 

And youre eyes stare, layin' it all out. 
And you could watch playin' it out.