The holes in these notes have since been boarded up I made enough mistakes to call it rough My name is becoming something I've learned to forget And when I said I'd leave - it was an empty threat If I follow the moon I'll learn I've done this wrong There's no expression left in any car radio song Kicked around the thought of us And the thought of regret And I have had enough of these empty threats But love grabs horns and shakes us to the core Just enough momentum to start up from a rest Possibly the most beautiful words Mixed in with all these empty threats My name is something i'm learning to forget And when I said I'd leave - it was an empty threat