Have you thought what it might take?
Can you recognize the straw that made it break?
Wear your heart upon my sleeve,
wear my heart under your feet.
Drink myself a drunk, social.
You know I aim to please, or not at all.
Like waiting up for your call,
I’m setting myself up for the fall.
And I can’t help but to think,
that it all just makes me sick.
Had no idea that you’d leave.
The only one I kid I guess was me.
Here I thought that you might stay.
Can I keep you for just one more day?
And I can’t help but to think,
that you drove it to this.
And i can’t help but think,
that i’m starting to sink.