The Last Something That Meant Anything in Mayday Parade

Well I thought that we could sit around and talk for hours
About things I couldn't say to you
And things that we could never do, and,
This conversation has had no face
When the words take days, you can re-write and erase anything.

You know my heart (so tell me honestly, did you ever really want this?)
Knows all these...

And I'll borrow words from all my favourite paragraphs
To write a ballad while we say the things
We'd hope would mean the most to me.
And each line I sent,
I have found in new pages of hope, for the days
When I feel like I've lost everything;

You know my heart (so tell me honestly, did you ever really want this?)
Knows all these lines (cause my jealous heart can't take that)
So I'll sing this song for everyone that's come out wrong.

But, I'll be OK (Is that what you want me to say?)
It's called "break-up"
'Cause it's broken;
Yeah, and I'll be OK (is that what you want me to say?)
It's called "break-up"
'Cause it's broken.

I'll be OK,
Is that what you want me to say?
It's called "break-up"
'Cause it's broken.

I'll be OK, is that what you want me to say?
'Cause it's broken
And you were just about to tell me
How you meant that you were sorry,
And the lines we've said that
Never meant the world to you
Broke me down
Let's keep it slow,
Take every note and every page that takes you longer
The cherry-flavored kisses:
Well I taste them,
Do you miss it?

I'll be OK;
Is that what you want me to say?
It's called "break-up",
Cause it's broken.

Well I thought that we could sit around and talk for hours
About things I couldn't say to you,
And things that we could never do.