maybe it's just that i am tired, maybe it's just that im a wreck
it could be just that she's a liar, maybe it's the coming of the end
maybe i put too much time in, maybe i never really gave enough
it could be that i know i won't win, maybe it's a poison they call love

but even with her broken wings, she's doing just fine. flying away from me.
and if i never even hear the ring, it's because she never called to see if i was ok..

i've been sitting here with myself alone. i'm sorry but im not sure anymore.
she calls to say shes never ever coming home.
heres to opportunity.

so long she says. have a nice life. that being said, i never lied.
i dont care if you die inside. no one said that i never tried.

i was a fool for thinking that the dream was real. and its all my fault. for ever even loving you.
as i sit here thinking ever slowly, i remember those first few cautious looks.
heres to opportunity
heres to being dragged in by her hooks.

in my room wishing i was gone.
i know you have my number.
whys the phone sitting like its been dead for years?
i wish you saw the way you put me in this place when youre not here.