I don't snap on like you want me to 

Because it still hurts my eyes when they turn red 

I sit down, rode all the way next to my heart 

It beats to the time too close to your truth 



Yeah the tarot broke, open the glasshouse 

And this might just be the saddest day I've ever known 



My arms are tied behind disease 

I'll probably be gone the next time too 

In a corner in a shadow I sit self-obsessed 

Too busy, too important to say goodbye 



This regret, it kills you'll never forget 

Take the time this time to say your goodbyes