There was a better day, unlike today, 
where the vision inside decided to stay
Took the words that were [bad word] and the picture of you 
to the room where they rotted away
And then I headed back to find out how it all began
Now I know this pen will never leave my hand
Won’t you sing me to sleep, I cannot stand the leak 
from the faucet [bad word] dry; 
it drips like the tear from my eye

I kept the hope deep inside to keep you alive
Though my arm hurts from writing, my heart’s paralyzed
It continues to serve me although I’m not worthy, 
I can’t help but feel intertwined
I found it started with a feeling that has broken, has broken down
On the verge [bad word] now I’m leaving, I’m leaving town
I feel cheated, borderline defeated
I feel empty, there’s nothing that can help me

Paint a picture of a certain kind of love and throw it all away
Help me figure out what this is all about; we’re both in this to stay [bad word] away, get away, start to say “I’m OK”
Distance has no meaning when the [bad word] just goes on, 
and on, and on, and on with you

I’m singing songs of the broken heart’s delight, 
a message sent to your stereo tonight
It takes some time when you think 
that you have won the journey back that you’ve only just begun