thought I was your light when yours went out, but you turned me off and you dragged us down. so tell me I’m nothing, I’ll be okay. I taught you what love was, you showed me hurt. I gave you my heartache for all that it’s worth, but now that we’re nothing, I’ll be okay. In my perfect world the stars shone for you and I. I was somehow forgetting the past speaks in stars, and I’m somehow regretting what was never ours, and I hope you know;
I’m done with writing songs about you, the worst of you is holding me back. and these are my last words to remind you, that your name is just a mark in my past. do you remember I painted the world with your name, but you broke me and painted my heartache with pain, and I’m over missing that part of you now. I know you’re happy with someone else somewhere, somehow.
so fall for him slowly and make this one last, thought we were forever but we’re just the past. maybe we’ll meet here again one day. I left you with memories, you left me this town where all that reminds me of you drags me down. I’ll burn this to nothing for you one day. so don’t tell me I’m far better off without throwing your name down the road we turned off, cause i’ve burned down the bridges, I’m over them now with my feet glued to the ground.
and I’m done with writing songs about you, the worst of you is holding me back. and these are my last words to remind you, that your name is just a mark in my past. do you remember I painted the world with your name, but you broke me and painted my heartache with pain, and I’m over missing that part of you now. I know you’re happy with someone else somewhere, somehow.
do you plan to forget me the way that I promised I’d never forget you? cause I’m stuck inside of this feeling sorry for myself that you messed up and you’re somebody else. so don’t come home, cause I’m finally feeling okay here without you. we’re better off alone, cause together with you is just not where I belong. (where I belong)
and I’m done with writing songs about you, the worst of you is holding me back.
I’m done with writing songs about you, the worst of you is holding me back. and these are my last words to remind you, that your name is just a mark in my past. do you remember I painted the world with your name, but you broke me and painted my heartache with pain, and I’m over missing that part of you now. I know you’re happy with someone else somewhere, somehow.