Damage

I should think of the bad

Ignore all the good in the montage of

our past

And maybe I can start to believe

That all you ever did is hold me back

It’s time to make amends

Meditate, exercise and cleanse

It’s time to write an opus of how you

abandoned me

Record all the damage for everyone

else to see

Open up the wounds and let ‘em breath

Baby, we were perfect weren’t we?

I should drink enough

That I don’t know your name

I’ll pretend to be whole again

And suppress the hidden feeling in my

chest

‘Cause maybe this is for the best

It’s time to make amends

Throw out your things and begin again

It’s time to write an opus of how you

abandoned me

Record all the damage for everyone

else to see

Open up the wounds and let ‘em breath

Baby, we were perfect weren’t we?

If this is the end, then I won’t fight it

If this is the end

If this is the end, then I won’t fight it

If this is the end

If this is the end, then I won’t fight it

If this is the end, then I won’t fight it

If this is the end, then I won’t fight it

If this is the end