Blinded by your smile
Your beauty's my pall
But I know when you see me
You see nothing at all
Broken records
That hang on my wall
To have them, to keep them
Is better than nothing at all
And I won't forget
Oh, no, not yet
It's not my problem
But it still makes me sick
It's been over a year and I'm still here
The reason for which as not made itself clear
It's out of my hands, it's out of my hands
Sleeping with people
Is an empty escape
'Cause I know when they wake up
It's a feeling they'll hate
'Cause they're broken, eyes swollen
And stayed up too late
And no sleep is a recipe
To over complicate our fate
And you might forget, but I won't, not yet
No, it's not your problem but your still in my head
Year after year the pain is still here
It won't go away or at least that's what I fear
But it's out of my hands, it's out of my hands