Songtext:
I can tell by the weight of your words, that this is over
All the "should"'ve but could"ves" can no longer be
This is the second death in the exquisite art of forgetting
And I promise this to you I'll burn this devotion clean, filling every hole in my heart
All of these melancholy moments can sometimes sink Everthing you were is fiction
Everthing you are is fiction and if you see the chin down tongue tied this is all I have to offer
I thought I'd never be asking This is my last laugh in this place of dying
And for you, this is the last goodbye you'll ever hear It's not suppose to end like this
All the "should"'ve but could"ves" can no longer be
This is the second death in the exquisite art of forgetting
And I promise this to you I'll burn this devotion clean, filling every hole in my heart
All of these melancholy moments can sometimes sink Everthing you were is fiction
Everthing you are is fiction and if you see the chin down tongue tied this is all I have to offer
I thought I'd never be asking This is my last laugh in this place of dying
And for you, this is the last goodbye you'll ever hear It's not suppose to end like this
