(Verse 1)
The sunlight on a blank white page
Felt like a brand new, golden age
I swore that any line I drew
Would be a masterpiece with you
I pulled out all the colored crayons then
To draw us, over and again
In shades of gold and summer blue
(Pre-Chorus)
One line, two lines, the laughter grew
I thought the overlapping parts were me and you
But the more I tried to get it right
The colors started to bleed in the light
(Chorus)
Now this sketchbook that we made
Has no more empty space, every page is gray
And I don't even know what we tried to draw
Just a mess of tangled lines and flaws
And every time I try to erase
It only leaves a darker, messy trace
(Verse 2)
The sound of laughter's now a faded sketch
And every angry word, a careless stretch
The happy moments lost their vibrant shade
And every lie, a scratch the pencil made
I try to trace back where we lost the art
But it's too late to find the start
(Pre-Chorus)
Beneath the layers of the paint and ink
The first light sketch is gone, I think
And the more I try to cover up the past
The deeper all the old mistakes will last
(Chorus)
Now this sketchbook that we made
Has no more empty space, every page is gray
And I don't even know what we tried to draw
Just a mess of tangled lines and flaws
And every time I try to erase
It only leaves a darker, messy trace
A smudge that's turning into a scar
(Bridge)
I've turned the final, heavy page
There's nothing left to fill this stage
Not brave enough to tear it out
Too scared to start again with all this doubt
So I just stare at my ink-stained hands
And try my best to understand
(Chorus)
This tattered sketchbook that we made
Is filled with nothing but the mess we made
And I don't even know what we meant to be
We're lost inside a scrawled-out memory
And trying to fix it is all in vain
It just amplifies the pain
I'm holding on to a ruined piece of art
(Outro)
Putting the pencil down.
There's nowhere left to draw.
It's finished now...
Our sketchbook.
