Death In December You're Nothing More Than An Easy Way To Run
I'm staring at these letters it reminds me how we used to be
the pages tear but I'm still here and you're without me
I'm blinded by the summer I pretend that you'll be here
then I'll take this knife and think about the love we used to have
I can see there's better days better days ahead
I can be everything you'll ever need and I'll ask him how it feels to die
I'm begging for some answers or maybe just some time
I hope you sit alone and think about the way she really feels
she'll leave you in the morning I'll put on my Sundays best
and then I'll call him on the telephone and ask him how it feels to die
It's all planned out he'll never know I'll sneak around his bedroom floor
with this dagger in my hand I'll kill him for another chance
you'll never have the love we shared you'll never know how much she cares
cause she knows you're nothing more you're nothing more than a way to run from me...
you'll never know the way it feels to live your life for someone else
she knows you're nothing more than the way I used to be
