1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3I hope he never learns about what we've doneHe slowly began to turn and started to runAway from the ownership of the words that you saidSo now you're alone in this empty twin bedYou drink to the smaller things that help us get bySo when your phone starts to ring, ignore it tonightYou look so beautiful when you're at your worstThe best part is wonderful in quenching its thirstYou quietly let me up the stairs and said that I should make myself out of itSurrounded by this logic support that you said you don't feelOhI should feel proud when I told you I guess that's itI hate to be a bearer of bad daysBut I've been broken here beforeBut I'll be here again