and maybe if you cracked your knuckles,
one more time, laying in this empty bed,
you could break the tension that we built,
and if i told one more lie,
maybe it would erase the things we already said,
and if this night could stretch any longer,
we'd be here for so many more years,
years that we'll waste on each other,
broken hopes, cracked dreams, and denied fears,
are all we seem to remember now,
and all the pain you pushed away,
was all because of me,
and youre starting to regret the day you first got to know me,
and those words you let go, still break me,
"i'm letting you go, in fact i never was holding on"
and these empty white sheets that tie me to you,
are all that we share now,
but we've shared them for so long,
and that doesn't matter anymore,
that was our excuse for the last couple of years,
we'll give it just another day, just another week,
but it seems we couldnt count the days,
when we went to bed in each others arms i was just too weak,
too weak to say goodbye, too weak to say this isnt good for either of us,
and now these memories aren't enough,
and maybe if you cracked your knuckles,
one more time, laying in this empty bed,
you could break the tension that we built,
and if i told one more lie,
maybe it would erase the things we already said,
and if this night could stretch any longer,
we'd be here for so many more years,
years that well waste on each other,
lets just wait another day, just another week,
this time i'll try to keep count,
but i think i'll just fall asleep, in your arms,
tangled in the white sheets on our bed,
and well both wake up to tomorrow
and use the same excuse again