i used to think that you and i were built the same
but recently the thought has not occured to me
i used to be regretful of the things i did
i used to feel remorse for all the things i said

oh won't you please tell me that its ok
to write a song about the shit thats killing me?

a tilt, a bend, a look at something otherways
to take the time you did to make all my mixtapes
they say anything can happen if you wait
be patient and your time will come when its too late

so won't you please tell me that its not too late
to scratch the surface of a love thats killing me

i think that all my parts have started to shut down
and softened every pulse when you were not around
now a dark black line defines the boundaries of my sight
its a miracle when my heart stopped i was still alive

won't you please tell me that its ok
to scratch the surface of a love thats killing me
its killing me to have so much to say
and the star of happiness shines on me

you shouldnt try to make this make me hurt so bad
'cause this time i might not be back