Silence fills the space, you barely recognize my face

Lit match, crosshatch, a tiny pot for our last cigarette

Envelopes full of junk mail, piling up on the coffee table

'Cause neither one of us is able to admit the love's gone stale

Deep cut, blood's drawn, how do we move on from this

When string knots you can untie it but a heart doesn't mend overnight

Carpet's fraying again, I find myself praying to a god that

I don't believe in, should I be leaving soon, soon

Teeth are grinding, lights are blinding tonight

Over confident, she speaks in confidence to anyone who will listen

Secrets dripping off her lips, she'll find somebody else to kiss

Morning light and afterbite, and a stinging through from the sour note

Of the drunken song, that she sang too long, too long, too long