i'm gonna treat this dark room
like a confessional
i hope that's alright

cuz i've gone too long
keeping the bottle corked
on the storm in my mind

i know i said many times that i'd be fine
but i'll set the record right, that was a lie


at least i think it was
but God, i can't tell
it was easy for the first five months

and now it's hell
i didn't feel a thing
when i cut the ties

now you're seeping right back on into my mind

if i could've seen the end

of the tunnel
i'd still be holding your hand
i admit it's my fault

but there's a lot to say
for circumstance
i didn't know what i was doing while i was doing it

like a tornado tearing through it, i ruined it

at least i think i did

but God, i don't know
august sun to january snow
and it's the little things

that sink into me
i just walked by and you forgot to breathe


i just wanna make sure that you know
you're beyond beautiful
and you're the only one i've ever loved like that

if i could find one of the edges of this page
i would flip to that day
and i'd take it back


at least i think i would
but God, by now

i wouldn't have a prayer so i might as well stay out
i know she makes your smile
shine like the sun

and i'm still alive so that'll have to be enough
and i'm still alive so that'll have to be enough