Texty: Every You. A Change Of Scene. Set Us Apart.

It's taken three whole years just to get this off my chest. I've spent the last three months trying to get you out of my head. In the three weeks spent just cleaning up this mess, I've read over your lines and I'm trying to find all the thoughts we left in bed. Don't you dare. Don't get me started. And here's a song to all the boys and all the girls with paper hearts. and here's the match to light the flame that will set us all apart. It's taking every bit of sympathy to keep me here. You left my heart with all these questions. Oh God, you've got me guessing now.I see you're running out of breath now; I see your clothes start to slip off your skin. You've already got the best of me, I can't let you take the rest of me. Don't get me started now. We got lost inside these letters that will never leave this room. So sing this song for all the boys and all the girls who grew up way too soon. I left my heart inside my home so I could give it time to rest. You said you're done with your excuses, I think I'm done with feeling useless. I'm sick of tearing out these pages of all these letters that we're saving