Confetti - Lori McKenna

The number to the house is on the door

But every time you open it as if you are not sure

If you even live here anymore

Anymore

Well, I know what you’re about to say

I know that look there on your face

But I’m tired of reading your mind this way

So why don’t you say it?

You’re tearing me up inside

Tearing me up inside

It feels like something in me died

Feels like something in me died

All of the bright colours that lived inside of me

Are now just tiny little pieces of what used to be

And it just feels like confetti

Well, I remember on our wedding day

Thinking that all of those flowers would all just fade away

And it seemed like such a waste

Of beauty

And now you’re tearing me up inside

Tearing me up inside

It feels like something in me died

Feels like something in me died

All of the bright colours that lived inside of me

Are now just tiny little pieces of what used to be

And it just feels like confetti

Confetti

Isn’t it a crying shame

That nothing ever stays the same?

I can’t fit into that wedding dress

Or be twenty-three again

But you’re looking at me now

Like you don’t know who I am

And it’s tearing me up inside

All of the bright colours that lived inside of me

Are now just tiny little pieces of who I used to be

And it just feels like confetti

Confetti

Confetti