When I talk to my friends and find out that you're having fun, that you're swallowing life, that you're in the sun
That you're fucking around, you're growing a new one
I billow out my voice, I yell out loud
I have my shirt off infront of a crowd
I tell them about you and how you're gone, you're gone, you're gone...
In my lying, don't I have you in my mind the entire time?
Yeah, I can leave all the places we've been but I can't leave without my bones you bent
So I hobble alone
And now it's me who's gone
And now it's me who has your fear of opening hearts
And all the false starts
We can tear them apart with this deep gouging and biting back
With this way that you get all my friends in the sack
"Ohh, what's left?" I scream
And I look up at night
And the novelty has worn off of the moonlight
"Oh what gives?"
And I roll on the ground
"Oh, who cares?"
And there's no answering sound
Ohh, and there's nobody around
And then the answer was found