
作词 : Nicholas Stutsman
作曲 : Nicholas Stutsman
Thought I'd write to you
And let you know that I'm still dramatic and sixteen
I thought I'd call you
And tell you that I'm still miserable without you
I thought I could find you
At the bottom of a plastic cup but like we both knew
Nothing ever helps the swelling inside our chests
There's nothing left
Now we'll visit our love like a long lost monument
Forever forgotten
Part of me won't finish this story
I'm holding on, but you won't hold on for me
Face down, complacent eyes
Finding a place to die
Part of me won't finish this story
I'm holding on, but you won't hold on for me
Face down, complacent eyes
Well I'm not who I was
And I think I'm proud of that
But in a few more months
Will I still say the same thing?
Well I'm not who I was
And I think I'm proud of that
But in a few more months
Will I still say the same thing?
When I'm at my worst
You seem to be at your best
And I can't put this into words
But I'm so glad that you never wrote back