Waste of breath
Falling stars no one will see
He's diagnosed
I tried too hard to catch
What she was giving me
It still feels strange to be coming clean

Guilty as the burdens made me
Clothes all over in her room
Dull and never will be good enough for you

She can dance
I'm all wood and leather
These marks they kill
I feel the softest feather
Pedals down crushed beneath these bruising feet

Guilty as the burdens made me
Clothes all over in her room
Dull and never will be good enough for you

I need erasers
To take out these scars
Forget everything
Cause I was never yours
Burn all pictures, shred the documents
I can't forget you girl and that's the only evidence

Good enough for you...