[ Featuring Ethan Holt ]
Why do all my clothes smell like the cigarettes you smoke?
Why do I look sad on every photo on my phone?
Why am I at this party when I'd rather be at home?
Oh, I know, oh, I know
I find it hard to write a song without you on my mind
You're the inspiration behind every word I write
Type you out a message, but delete the words I write
Now I know, oh, now I know
That I'm falling to pieces
Got nothing left to believe in
You took the cards I was dealt
And kept 'em all for yourself
And now I'm falling to pieces
Find myself still talking 'bout you when you're not around
Why do I feel lonely when I'm standing in the crowd
Head's up in the clouds, but my feet stay up the ground
Now I know, oh, now I know
I'm falling to pieces
Falling to pieces
I'm falling to pieces
I'm falling to pieces, whoa
You took the cards I was dealt
And kept 'em all for yourself
And now I'm falling to pieces
