I got pockets full of them I try to ignore the feeling I like when they tell me that we'll be alright But candy hearts lie I write all this poetry It's cryptic with a double meaning So sick but it's on my lips when you're gone I can't wash it off Broke down in the BnB I slept in my car 'cause the rent is free I dropped my cell phone on the concrete It's been real hard Lately I've been falling on your silence I'm not dreaming much You're not calling, I hear sirens They sing what we couldn't be Lately I've been falling on your silence I'm not dreaming much You're not calling, I hear sirens They sing what we couldn't be