Broken records, buzzing flies, empty bottles.
Graphic evidence of a war as it heals.
Scratch the itch, pick the scab, don't let it seal.
This is a martyr's scar.
Oh and if I wallow here, it's my history to burn.
These are my lessons to learn but for now, one more round then I'll go.
I'll send you pictures of us when we were deluded, don't you think it was a beautiful high.
Look at Coco's princess dress, hazel eyes depict an optimistic, youthful alibi.
Oh, and if I wallow here, it's my history to burn.
These are my lessons to learn. But for now, one more round then I'll go.
So we made some plants, told the folks, told a lie or two, but that's all secondary stuff.
The disappointment was electric, but you don't know it because you've never been in love.
Oh, and if I wallow here, it's my history to burn. These are my lessons to learn, but for now, one more round than I'll go