I know that you're in a rut but I'm the one that's stuck Cause getting over you is the hardest thing I could do And I promise I won't miss you or any of my favorite things about you Like the way you looked last weekend or ten minutes till the end And sometimes I can't recall my own name and sometimes I wonder if you're to blame For ruining all the thoughts I've thought in my head and making me wish I were dead If you were there I'd watch you play with your hair and pray that you might catch be so you'd have to stare back at me But none of this can happen because I refuse to play pretend And I know that you'll understand It's cause we're not children And sometimes I can't recall my own name and sometimes I wonder if you're to blame For ruining all the thoughts I've thought in my head and making me wish I were dead

And suddenly I can't help but hear the birds and their songs and their cheer It seems to me they act like a mirror reflecting at me my deepest fears of dying too soon, of seeing the moon fall out of the sky in the blink of an eye of falling asleep, of being too meek for my friends back home, the ones I don't know (woah) And suddenly I can't help but see all of the people who think they're free WITH THEIR EYES WIDE SHUT SINGING "ME, ME, ME THAT'S WHO THE WORLD REVOLVES AROUND YOU WILL SEE" But I can't condone their obsessions with phones, their skeptical tones, we're just flesh on the bone but I do admit, there's some truth in it so I'll watch this planet with my clenched fists (woah)

Welcome home, it's a hospital today Yeah we're dying, but it don't hurt, no it can't hurt everyday Look at your world, you're the center of your universe, fold inward collapse, relax, it's only a matter of Time it's gone like the bonds that you broke (so long ago) Welcome home, you're young and sprung and full of energy you should hold that tongue but you don't, no you won't Look at your world, you're the center of your universe, fold inward collapse, relax, it's only a matter of Time it's gone like the bonds that you broke (so long ago)

We tried to right our wrongs We tried to be ourselves it was far too late, but we couldn't tell I'm staring at a wall, waiting for you to fall back on me I'm staring at my hands, cause I'm proud of 'em for what they did to you I'm staring at your feet, and I can't believe, that you're really gone what's right's never felt so wrong I tried to throw away memories that bring me pain like the times before you knew my name I'm staring at a wall, WAITING FOR YOU TO FALL BACK ON ME I'm staring at my hands, CAUSE I AM PROUD OF 'EM FOR WHAT THEY DID TO YOU I'm staring at your feet, AND I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT YOU'RE REALLY GONE Now everyday seems too long I'd like to forgive that you'd forget the precious details of HOW WE MET I'M STARING AT A WALL, WAITING FOR YOU TO FALL BACK ON ME I'M STARING AT MY HANDS, CAUSE I AM PROUD OF 'EM FOR WHAT THEY DID TO YOU I'M STARING AT YOUR FEET, AND I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT YOU'RE REALLY GONE I guess this is where I belong

And now I'm lying on the kitchen floor and I'm laughing I don't know what's in store for tomorrow, or the day thereafter, all I've got is the sick sound of laughter I've been picking up new problems and tryin to get to know them through dull pleasantries CAUSE AS OF THIS DATE THEY'RE MY ONLY COMPANY and I'm told to keep my chin up that staring at my feet keeps the world from me And now I'm lying on the kitchen floor and I'm laughing I don't know what's in store for tomorrow, or the day thereafter, all I've got is the sick sound of laughter I've been picking up new problems and I don't expect to know them cause you know THAT I KNEW BETTER THAN TO TREAT ALL THESE LEADEN PROBLEMS LIKE THEY'RE FEATHERS. My love for you was too deep-seated, your words have lost their meaning. And now I'm lying on the kitchen floor and I'm laughing I don't know what's in store for tomorrow, or the day thereafter, all I've got is the sick sound of laughter My head's not on too straight, but I don't think I'll complain Once you take it a step too far, you're locked out shut out and in the dark My vision's blackening, at least I know why it's happening I thought I'd be okay if I felt nothing for every future day and now I'm lying on the kitchen floor watching myself pass under the door and I'm laughing, CAUSE I DON'T KNOW ANY BETTER SIGNED TROY SINCERELY YOURS, THE END OF THIS LETTER.