thinking about my empty heart
and I'm packing all my clothes up for a move that i can't make
I can sit out on the front porch
smoke another cigarette
but i know you won't be pulling up today
I can paint my toenails blue
think about my life with you
and its over, the paint falls on the floor
We can talk about suicide,
make it less appealing and stop the pain inside
It doesn't matter what you say I can't go on
You ditch our friendship
leave me on a limb alone
and then you wonder what the fuck is wrong
Then you start criticizing and say i should not have run
Obviously i don't care, what's done is done