Evening, in my room
The faintest scent of you
Laps against my conscience
I miss it everyday
It's a breakdown on the carpet floor, that day
It's the iron hot and branded in my brain
Pulling out the worst words I could say
""I don't want this anymore""
Float right through me
I've been waiting
All this time spent contemplating
How I f*cked up
It's 16 floors
Between me darling, and your door
And I called it off
And I broke in two
I wish that I could be a better man
But I'm not one to
God I want to improve
I'm making excuses everyday
But these are the real words that I want to say
So can you just
Meet me tonight
Maybe we can pretend its alright
That I never left
I've been thinking about it and
I want to be a friend
But what kind of friend am I?
The broken and fleeting kind?
The one who you wish would die?
Yeah, that's alright
Sometimes I wish it, too
And I hope I get through.