Scrapbook

Rip the pages out of my scrapbook heart

All those words that I kept in the dark

Will slowly move on and we'll drift apart

I don't want to say goodbye when the pain is this sharp

I still can't believe you left me

Ask myself would you still get with me

All alone in a brand new city

Does anyone even fucking hear me?

I turn the pages of all the time lost

My mind races into melted frost

I can't get back what I had

So much tried to fly away

I can turn another page

But I can't turn back the time

Same old pictures, every day

Cut me right out of the frame

My heart is made of paper mache

Take the pages out my diary

Take my hand and stay

Cuz you said you were sober

So what's that on your prayer?

Is it all in my head?

This feeling in my chest

Cuz I won't make a sound

As we come crashing down

I still can't believe you left me

Ask myself would you still be with me

All alone in a brand new city

Does anyone even fucking hear me?

I can't get back what I had

So much tries to fly away

I can turn another page

But I can't turn back the time

Same old pictures every day

Cut me right out of the frame

My heart is made of paper mache

Should I give you a call

Is it worth it at all

So much darkness crawls each of what makes us small

Look at you, look at me, look at everything that I thought we could be

Now it's nothing but a memory

Now it's nothing but a missing piece

I can't get back what I had

So much tries to fly away

I can turn another page

But I can't turn back the time

Same old pictures every day

Cut me right out of the frame

My heart is made of paper mache

All the flowers have turned grey

All my love has turned to hate