Sometimes I wake and think you'll still be laying next to me. I guess good things they can't last forever; And like sleeping we wake up eventually. The aches I feel remind me that I'm still here a living being. They make me feel inhuman at best, but at least I'm breathing. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. These marks that I wear on my sleeve Are the last bit of you that remains here with me. And the past that haunts me in the stars It keeps me in the present and reminds me that you're a scar. Words I use to say out loud now settle deep down in my chest. I'm choking on what's building up, there's always something left. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. These marks that I wear on my sleeve Are the last bit of you that remains here with me. And the past that haunts me in the stars, It keeps me in the present and reminds me that you're a scar. You're a scar, nothing but a scar. These marks that I wear on my sleeve Are the last bit of you that remains here with me. And the past that haunts me in the stars, It keeps me in the present and reminds me that you're a scar.