i ll wake my eyes when it s time it s been a year and i m getting tired of waiting up for you i ll hold your hand when you come down god knows this is the last sad song you re getting out of me hold my head up so i can see right past your bullshit and this tired conversation is going nowhere i ll amputate my arms so i ll never reach out to yours again i felt the sunset lying in a cornfield with devin coastlines turn to canvases before our eyes letters sent stamped with goodbyes when i wake up i see painted birds that represent something that s become nothing we ve become nothing what once helped me breathe is eating my lungs and choking me up what once helped me breathe is eating my lungs and choking me up so i ll move to portland by myself buy some furniture and silverware and eat dinner all alone i m sorry for complaining all the time this ll be the last time that i write just like i said i won t pick up the phone