I guess I'll never know how far the scarring goes
Cause you never showed me them
I couldn't fix it back when I didn't follow through on anything but you
Now I fear I've broken you
Not sure what I should do
And I'm not quite the loser kid
Not quite the talk of the town
You've come to pride yourself
On stressing me out
I don't follow through on anything but you
But I fear that that must end
And if I knew the words to say, I would've said them all
Would've wrote them down in one of those stupid songs I wrote
But now you've got front row seats to my heart's funeral
And I know that it's all my f*cking fault
She gave me the stars above our shitty bathtub of love
She told me "that was lame
Was sort of stupid"
As if summer '17 meant anything to me
And I know it's too little too late
And if I knew the words to say I would've said them all
Would've wrote them down in one of those stupid songs I wrote
But now you've got front row seats to my heart's funeral
And I know that it's all my f*cking fault
And if I knew the words to say I would've said them all
Would've wrote them down in one of those stupid songs I wrote
But now you've got front row seats to my heart's funeral
And I know that it's all my f*cking fault
I'm not quite the loser kid
Not quite the talk of the town
You've come to pride yourself on stressing me out
I don't follow through on anything but you
But I fear that that must end