3 knocks on your door, and the empty promises are on the floor
3 knocks on your door, while i heard my heart cracking on the floor
Leaving fragments on it, in hopes you’d notice i was here
3 knocks on the door, and my tongue couldn’t stop begging you to open
Open the door let me tell you why i am the way am
Open the door, let me tell you im sorry
Sorry for doing it and pushing you away
And maybe i should’ve kept it to myself
Collect it the way the collect and memories the thing that you love and makes you happy
A see you later, and a kiss on the check
Turned to a not said goodbye, and slamming the door behind
I stood there hand captivated by the memories of touches i never asked for, so i couldn’t call your name to come back and hug me one last time
i stood there wondering, will i ever see your sight again, or will you just haunt me in my dreams the way everything I’ve ever loved did, begging me to tell it why, or maybe to wake me up to see that it was all just in my head.
Come, come , come, i made the bed for two and its just me and your scent.
Bittersweet love 