We spent our lives together. That should've last forever. But now it's time to sail on. . So take this anchor from my heart. So we can finally drift apart.
You got the look, but not the credit. They wrote the book, on how to sell it. . From cigarettes, to skinny jeans. You got the money, they got the means.
Oh I had a feeling. Buried inside. Covered beneath your. Blanket of pride. Oh I couldn't tell you. how numb I felt inside. In so little time. . Stand up and run.
Put me on an aeroplane. A million miles away. She's opened up a book of hate. And tore a brand new page. . Tonight I'll find a wishing well. Tomorrow's a new day.