I continue to wonder to myself if it ever had occurred to you
That pulling out the bricks might cause our walls to crumble
Oh, what subtle words you use to make things up
To hide how you have changed and what you've become
All in all you just wanted a place to belong (where you're never wrong)
How quickly everything changes
Once I'm gone, I'm gone for good
Oh, what strong words you use to make things up
About the ways you swear that I've changed
But I don't feel shame for not feeling guilt for what I've become
Until I'm bones in a box, I never will
I never have, I never will
Oh, what subtle words you use to make things up
About the ways you swear that I've changed
But I don't feel shame for not feeling guilt for what I've become
Until I'm bones in a box, I never will