Tekster: Emery. The Weak's End. Fractions.

One and three, you're here
(one and three, you're here
to tell me we can't do this)

to tell me we can't do this
(three for three, i'll disagree)

anymore

your hair and face against the mirror
as i take the steps to save what's left of me
someone's out when it's over

people steal from you
and they take anything they choose

it's good to see you
i missed you last night
that's such a lovely color
it goes with your eyes
before we fall asleep
i just wanted to say
this all seems so easy
but there's choices to make

can't decide, then look at the faces
candlelight
we're burning the pages
but ask us why
and hurting ourselves with this false start
resign yourself
and always be (and we pretend)
without the one (as if it gets easier)
thing you need (but does it get easier?)
reading words with no replies

when we have these mornings where we can say goodbye

i wanted to mean everything to you
but this isn't right
you keep coming back disassembled and i
keep losing this fight

i won't
answer

dancing under starlight glow
no one in the city knows
confidence can take you
nerves try to shake you
from going all the way

it's not that far

it's good to see you
i missed you last night
that's such a lovely color
it goes with your eyes
before we fall asleep
just wanted to say
this all seems so easy
there's choices to make

we watch the tide roll in
with cold air and coffeecake
holding our words at list
stopping the sounds they make
we know the way to go
we know each step to take
to be here

these words with no replies
stopping we's and starting i's
this need is killing me
and taking me over

i wanted to mean everything to you
but this isn't right
you keep coming back disassembled and i
keep losing this fight