Popping a Heart Out S'not easy.

I started with a memory or two, then thought about how long you’ve been gone.
Then I started to quiver at the thought, of you bein’ gone.
And it doesn’t help that you haven’t called; three years past by.
Not even a simple “Hi.”
And it doesn’t even stand for the fact that I…, I actually thought.

You would care, about. You would care about!
Me or the person you left behind.
So long ago I’ve probably left you memory, while you still hold mine.
But who cares that all those good time, stinging laughs, staying the night, whispering such profound things,
Being told to shut up you’re making too much noise.

But all those good times passed you by. I remember the last time you told me goodbye.
It was short and sweet meaningless, I should’ve know something wasn’t right…
You waved goodbye, and walked off into the spiraling sunrise.

And it doesn’t even stand for the fact that I…,I actually thought.
You would care, about. You would care about!
Me or the person you left behind.
So long ago I’ve probably left you memory, while you still hold mine.
But who cares that all those good time, stinging laughs, staying the night, whispering such profound things,
Being told to shut up you’re making too much noise.

And you don’t even care at this disgruntled face! that holds my smile so well.
This needle breaks the skin, the coffin door doesn’t open, the bug bites, the endless aching!

And it doesn’t even stand for the fact that I…, I actually thought.

You would care, about. You would care about!
Me or the person you left behind.
So long ago you I’ve probably left you memory, while you still hold mine.
But who cares that all those good times, stinging laughs, staying the night, whispering such profound things,
Being told to shut up you’re making too much noise

But who’d a though that you’re actually…breaking my heart