Everything Falls Apart -

The truth is I hate my own guts so you won’t have to

So much so, that I can’t recognize love or the lack of it

I’ve packed this suitcase a thousand times

Said aloud «I'll never look back»

But end up sitting on my bed just staring at it

I’ve cried alone more times than I’d like to admit

But I’ve been too proud to tell you

I’m losing it

Anxiety ridden guilt stricken

The weights of things

It’s sinking in

It’s like an awful movie I’ve seen a hundred times and I know the end

And everything falls apart

But I’m collecting the pieces

And everything falls apart

But I’m collecting the pieces

And everything falls apart

But I’m collecting the pieces

And everything falls apart

But I’m collecting the pieces

I found a little bit of hope shoved between the seats In the back of the van

And I’m content with knowing exactly where I am

I’ve seen hell It’s a worn out reclining chair

And I’ve dreamt of heaven

It’s anywhere but here

Anxiety ridden guilt stricken

The weights of things

It’s sinking in

It’s like an awful movie I’ve seen a hundred times and I know the end

And everything falls apart

But I’m collecting the pieces

And everything falls apart

But I’m collecting the pieces

Anxiety ridden guilt stricken

The weights of things

It’s sinking in

It’s like an awful movie I’ve seen a hundred times and I know the end

And everything falls apart

But I’m collecting the pieces

And everything falls apart

But I’m collecting the pieces