What am I supposed to do with these songs that I wrote about you?
You're a coward, a fool, and you're wrong
Guess you might as well give me a song
I guess if I keep them and let them live on
It's only to my advantage
But then what if you hear them and your ego only gets bigger?
Well then that's the weight you'll have to bear
You not I who'll be worse for the wear
If all that you've won is some proof that I care
I'm still left all the better
If you had a cent of the courage that it takes to let my heart bleed
You might have a sense of what's beneath what you so shallowly perceive
And if you expect your words to shield you from the mess you've made and let you keep the rest
I think you forget, you have to know yourself before you even try to undo me
So I rifle through the memories that I have of you
There was light and excitement for sure
Electricity, even fire, but what's more
Is you are the one who has made it a chore
To coexist together
Maybe now all the names I can call you are true
But I guess that it's best to forgive
After all it's much better to live
Without hate and anger, I've got more to give
And you are too small to matter
If you had a cent of the courage that it takes to let my heart bleed
You might have a sense of what's beneath what you so shallowly perceive
And if you expect your words to shield you from the mess you've made and let you keep the rest
I think you forget, you have to know yourself before you even try to undo