Let's be honest
I grew complacent
I fell so hard that
I couldn't see straight
Through fact or fiction
No depth perception
You were the master
At f*cking up my vision
So I took a long shot
Ran to the station
You used to fill me up
But now you've left me vacant.
I still hate the fact that I...
I'd love to hate you...
You used to get me every time
It never phased you
I never asked God for an angel...
But I found a hand to pick me up
And she put the good back in goodnight
So Goodbye...
Your facts were fiction
And it left me broken
You always told me
My eyes were like the ocean
But now they're blue but better...
Without your reflection in them
Now that I've found someone
To stitch the wounds you tore open
I still hate the fact that I...
I'd love to hate you
You used to get me every time...
It never phased you
I never asked God for an angel
But I found a hand to pick me up
And she put the good back in goodnight
So Goodbye...
I've grown complacent
It's pure perfection
Watch the tide go down
With my eyes on the ocean
Now they're Blue but better
Without your reflection in them
Now I've someone to stitch all the wounds you tore open
I still hate the fact that I...
I still hate the fact that I...
I still hate the fact that I...
I'd love to hate you...
You used to get me every time...
It never phased you
I never asked God for an angel...
But I found a hand to pick me up
And she put the GOOD back in goodnight
She put the GOOD back in goodnight...
So Good bye...
Goodbye...