Places I used to go where you would be the only one I’d know. I doubt I’ve crossed your mind these last few years. I doubt anyone really remembers. I made too many appointments that I cancelled last minute. I have ruined this. I have sabotaged myself and now I’m staring at an empty glass. They say that everything will be fine. Maybe it’s worth believing, but I can’t keep lying to myself

The hole in my heart I use to pour blood
Into the glasses of the ones I love
And tell them to drink the wine I make
Only as long as I keep breathing

I live life dwelling on yesterday
Maybe I will forget it tomorrow

Shadowboxing in a hall of mirrors
The walls lined with portraits of children
Smiling for all the wrong reasons

I’m striking matches and throwing them
Into the hair of the people around me
And hoping one of them catches

I can’t believe a thing I don’t see with my own eyes
I can’t believe in me

The lights in the attic may be on
But that does not stop the house from burning me up

So when they tell me happiness
Well, it doesn’t cost a thing
How come when I search for it
I find only misery is free?
So when they tell me happiness
Well, it doesn’t cost a thing
How come when I search for it
I only find misery is free?