You never looked so sad,
You never seemed so hurt,
To put it into sentences
Would be to cut you into words.
Align the ways the pieces
As they split of from the whole.
And I will build myself a person
To build me a home, oh, come on, build me a home.
Smoke yourself to death,
Cough up half a lung,
Stand your ground another night,
Tell yourself you won.
-- often sticks
And your hands will be colder still.
Beg forgiveness one last time
And just pray you got the will, pray you got the will.
Promise you will change,
Promise that the most.
Die inside a thousand times
And tell yourself you lost.
You never looked so sad,
Yeah you never seemed so hurt,
To put it into sentences
Would be to cut you into words.
