You lay in bed
The sun streamed through the blinds
Sweat soaked through your shirt
Lay your hand across your eyes
Every other part of you hurt
From inside the confines of the story
That everything would be alright
It was only so wide you could open your eyes
You could only let in so much light
But you knew, the story had never been true
Loss is loss, is loss, is loss
Is loss, is loss, is loss
What was it last night she said?
At some point you'd have to live as if the truth was true
When it gets too hard to not feel, but you do
Not know what you knew
If loss is loss, is loss, is loss
Is loss, is loss, is loss
Is loss, is loss, is loss
Is loss, is loss, is loss