You're the latest fashion that everyone wants to wear
But in the end
You're the label that no one can, seem to get off
Stabbing me in the back
And, these watercolours, that I painted our perfect life with, will run, will run, run
Once my tears hit the paper
Once the ducts are open
We flood our hearts
You think it's fine to do things your way, but this lump in my throat
It's getting bigger and bigger, from swallowing my words
Hope I don't choke, on the truth
You've found a way to fall apart, You've found a way to change and disappear, with no help from me
My tears have been the catalyst to the process of you fading away
You've become a ghost
And It turns out, you are, as fucking selfish, as I thought
And, these watercolours, that I painted our perfect life with, will run, will run, yeah
Once my tears hit the paper
Once the ducts are open
We'll flood our hearts
And we'll flood our hearts
Now you're gone
As my eyes grow heavy
We flood our hearts
My tears speak of regret
We flood our hearts
We fall
We flood our hearts
Now you're gone
