Now that there are potholes in place And it skips the music inside of your car For what you promised me you'd let go Practically convinced that you'd fix the road That drove me to work both ways But you just never did have the time To truly give me the time of day Hoping that I don't come to mind That you aren't ever thinking of me That my face is a stranger now, living here inside of your dreams Hoping that your name collects dust On the bottom shelf, behind old CDs Cause now I've been filling up the space And keeping all the things I don't need Always had a solution to break Turn back to punch me in the face Knuckles red and your eyes ablaze To claim you're mean is the least to say The neighbors had to remove your fist From the hole deep in my skin you had made The plaster tumbling from my mouth Now that's just a typical day Hoping that I don't come to mind That you aren't ever thinking of me That my face is a stranger now, living here inside of your dreams Hoping that your name collects dust On the bottom shelf, behind old CDs Cause now I've been clearing out the space And throwing out the things I don't need