I heard everything you said through that white wooden door
Crying over him, falling apart on the bathroom floor
Your words spun excuses, but were sold out by your eyes
I'm nothing more to you than a consolation prize
(I'm just a consolation prize)

And I've sensed revenge
Though the plot in me tends to steer clear of tying up loose ends
I refuse to remain your mess
I've been buried six feet deep alive in my own unrest
(I can't stand this unrest)

Filled with emptiness, I'm penniless, over-drafted trying to impress
I guess I'll just always stay second-best
You took my breath away and I don't ever want it back again
I've always had a cheap heart, your bank account could always spend

They say a picture's worth a thousand words
I scream at yours and still stay unheard
Maybe I'm just blind and you're just deaf
Or this is all just wasted breath