I won’t write not one more verse,
Pretending I didn’t know you hurt,
Now it might all my fault,
It might’ve been all along.
I won’t write not one more word,
When I know how much you hurt,
Now this might be all my fault,
It might’ve been all along.
It’s too quiet in this house,
Your ghost lingers, I taste you in my mouth.
Like a filter of my oxygen.
Now your under a thick blanket of snow,
Winter was always your favorite, I know,
In your memories I get haunted.
I won’t write not one more verse,
Pretending I didn’t know you hurt,
Now it might all my fault,
It might’ve been all along.
I won’t write not one more word,
When I know how much you hurt,
Now this might be all my fault,
It might’ve been all along.
I think someday you’ll call,
And I won’t feel bad anymore,
Then I remember where you went.
I sing up to the stars,
Hoping you’ll sing along,
Then I remember how your song went.
I won’t write not one more verse,
Pretending I didn’t know you hurt,
Now it might all my fault,
It might’ve been all along.
I won’t write not one more word,
When I know how much you hurt,
Now this might be all my fault,
It might’ve been all along.
