She remembers a time before she was desensitised
She remembers the persecutions, she remembers the lies
She remembers an innocence of a purer time
She remembers how it was before she learnt to cry

She remembers the situations she's been in before
And of all the things she knows, she thought she knew him more
How much hurt can she tolerate?
How many times can she hit the floor?
How many times can she lie to herself
And [bad word] back for more?
She remembers an innocence of a purer time
She remembers how it was before she learnt to cry

Pick up the pieces and wrap them away
Save it for another rainy day