you have a way of coming easily to me.

and when you take, you take the very best of me.

so i start a fight cause i need to feel something.

and you do what you want, cause i’m not what you wanted. 

*oh, what a shame. what a rainy ending given to a perfect day.

just walk away, no use defending words you would never say. 

now that i’m sitting here thinking it through, i’ve never been anywhere cold as you.

you put up walls and paint them all shades of grey.

and i stood there loving you, wishing them all away.

and you come around with a great little story,

of the mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you.

you never did give a damn thing, honey, but i cried and cried for you.

and i know you wouldn’t have told nobody if i died for you. died for you.

*oh, what a shame, what a rainy given to a perfect day.

every smile you fake is so condescending counting all the scars you made.

now that i’m sitting here thinking it through, i’ve never been anywhere cold as you.