My poor broken life I can’t comprehend
How you can be put back together again
Your guess is as good as mine, but this is all I have
I’ve called it quits so many times, that you’re right
It’s a hole that I keep digging
If I make up another reason to stay
Like I’m sure someone’s out there who wants me for me

So I’m picking up back from where I left
When they put me in the ground, tell me what’s next
Like would they leave my room how it was when I left?
Or would I be forgotten again?
Oh, just forget me again

My poor broken love, is this the end?
Cause we’ll never be holding each other again
Why do I still think of you and those times back then?
The question that remains in the front of my brain
“Is this life even worth living?”

If I make up another reason to stay
Like “I’m sure someone’s out there who wants me for me”
With a chip on my shoulder just making it harder to be a better person
Is it too late?

So I’m picking up back from where I left
When they put me in the ground, tell me what’s next
Like would they leave my room how it was when I left?
Or would I be forgotten again?
Oh, just forget me again
And again, and again
So I’m picking up back from where I left
When they put me in the ground, tell me what’s next
Like would they leave my room how it was when I left?
Or would I be forgotten again?
Oh, just forget me again
Forget me again
Like would they leave my room how it was when I left?
Or would I be forgotten again?
Oh, just forget me again
Forget me again