I've been pulling skeletons
From the back of my closet to keep me company
'Cause I'm less lonely when I'm with something that feels as dead as me
Since your departure
I'm an arrow without an archer
Nowhere to call home
I just return to a pile of bricks
Abandoned and overgrown
I tried to write this all in ink so you could see
The trembling in my hands
But ended up with paper cuts and dislocated limbs
If I could reach a thousand miles
Down streets and thoroughfares
Right to your doorstep
To my last misstep
Would you still be there?
What I wish was never has become always
What I wish was never has become always
(Always)
(Always)
(Always)