The last of the good times are gone now
What I once was has changed somehow
It's a feeling
I don't wanna own what's mine
I feel it all
But I don't feel the light
You opened the door then you shut it, right?
It's not about that but it's where I lie
In the memory of what's been
Brushstrokes cover images
A hollowness that I feel
Like gossamer on a spinning wheel
If I never met you
If I never met you
Broken glass
In the back of the bathroom I cry
And people dance
Broken glass in
The back of the bathroom I cry
And people dance
The brevity of my undoing
A snap of time has made me useless
Don't worry
I have a deck of bad excuses
Four winters come and gone
Your prints still pressed on
Broken glass
In the back of the bathroom I cry
And people dance
Broken glass
In the back of the bathroom I cry
And people dance
In the memory of those nights
The perfect kiss at the perfect time
Rose colored thoughts
Red color lights
The burn of hurt is so stark white
The last of the good times are gone now
(Broken glass
In the back of the bathroom I cry
And people dance)
What I once was has changed somehow
(Broken glass
In the back of the bathroom I cry
And people dance)
I don't wanna own what's mine
(Broken glass
In the back of the bathroom I cry
And people dance)
I can't feel the light
(Broken glass
In the back of the bathroom I cry
And people dance)
Broken glass
In the back of the bathroom I cry
And people dance
Broken glass
In the back of the bathroom I cry
And people dance
Broken glass
In the back of the bathroom I cry
And people dance
Broken glass
In the back of the bathroom I cry
And people dance