You say I've nothing left to offer you now
Seems like everything has changed
Roll into the next world

Find a shoebox of our own
To destroy when I'm alone
For my judgement to be flawed
Won't be a first

Should we scratch our eyes out in denial?
Should we tear our hearts out, force a smile?
Will I ever get from to so unrehearsed?

You say I've nothing left to offer you now
Seems like everything has changed
Roll into the next world

Find a shoebox of our own
To destroy when I'm alone
For my judgement to be flawed
Won't be a first

I'm [bad word] home, I always find myself alone
I'm [bad word] home, I always find myself alone

Find a shoebox of our own
To destroy when I'm alone
For my judgement to be flawed
Won't be a first
Find a shoebox of our own
To destroy when I'm alone
For my judgement to be flawed
Won't be a first