The mattress where we lied before is now a hole
And I will think of you sometimes when it gets cold
And how I held the hands that lifted too much weight
And how I kept us both awake for three days straight
So don't tell me
That everything's fine
I'd rather have a broken heart than a brand new lie
The cigarette I went and pressed against my lips
Just to cover up the remnants of your kiss
And now my head, it lies beneath a heavy weight
Oh, what I'd give to lose the memory of your face