I've got
stories to tell,
but no means to tell them
I've got words to get out,
but they'll send me to hell
I bet you're drunk at the Franklin,
blowing off all that
grief that I gave you It's cold when you're here and it's cold
when you're not You hit me like a bullet,
but I took it
cause I'm strong and I'm the closest to a man that man I never was
I'm driving home from the worst night of life
Thanksgiving was like hell,
but I give thanks that I'm alive
I don't care that I don't mean it,
I don't care that I can't hide it like I used to,
what's the use to?
I will survive,
but I'll never recover The ache comes and goes like scars with the
weather I'm stuck with the pain and the plates of
all the love I still have for you
And I'm mad at you
I
thought I could change it for better All I did was break it forever
I had reasons to run
and reasons to fight Don't ask me why I stayed cause I couldn't
tell you why I was hopeless I was young,
I was angry, but I thought I was fine
Now this place is empty,
and if the walls could talk they would tell you how it is and tell
you how it's not Cause I would never take the blame on all
the things that I know are my fault I will survive,
but I'll never recover
The love and the balance will never
be covered You don't owe me nothing,
there's no debt
to me, darling, I promise you
I'm not mad at you