The place the things The paintings the past My morning routine The same as the last The nights are all cold The days are all past The blurred lines The dying signs I made you mine… I made you mine… You’re just a ghost I can watch you go Can watch you go Can watch you go. You pulled the seams You closed the door My mind is made up Won’t take anymore The honest love That I fought you for I made you more… I made you more…
Chorus: You wear me down You wear me down You wear me down