You said we could've been good No, it's too late And no one taught me how To relay what I'm feeling now It means nothing towards the only thing That I swore would save me Yes, I swore it... What are you doing here? And who is she to you? I think it's the last call And I've finally found my courage I've been sinking, Thinking of why this could be I'll keep painting images Those images of who I'll never be You said we could've been good No, it's too late I'll write a toast to all of your faithless ways And what I'm feeling now, there's no empathy You said we could've been good No, it's too late