I wrap my hands around your neck
But I feel sick thinking what I could wreck
I’ll never be enough for you
Cause I’m not tortured
I guess I’m just bored
If every sound I love is gone
Then why go on?
Can you hear the songs I used to sing?
Did they ever mean a thing? It’s over
But is it really over?
Maybe there’s a song that’s left to write
I won’t go down without a fight
I slide my hand across the top
Twist the knob but something makes me stop
What is there that’s left to say?
A tale of lost love?
A sign from high above?
I never had much impact there
So why should I care?
Some progressions will not ever go away
Even if they’re swinging from the gallows
Maybe there’s a land that’s not so far away
Where those chords are dancing in the shadows