Sugar
I've been in love with every boy I've kissed
It's not my fault except I know it is
I take a look around, it's getting me down
Whatever this is
I thought by now I'd maybe know my place
It's hard when all I know is empty space
I wish my heart was gone, it's taking too long
I hate that look on your face
And all I've been for the past eight years is nothing, is nothing
And all I've done this past week is cry about it, cry about it
My hands are burnt from lighting up
From pouring drinks into your empty cup
I wish this night would end, I'm far too gone to stand
I'm mad at everything I've done
I'm watching you like I watch my youth fade
Saying goodbye to everything I've made
I hate who I've become, I hate feeling loved
It's just a game I've gotta play
And all I've been for the past eight years is nothing, is nothing
And all I've done this past week is cry about, cry about it
And I've learned why the trees change colour in the fall
And I've heard that they'll take my name for no reason at all
It's been sinking in now everything is wrong
When it fades to black we'll all be dead and gone
I can't remember why I wrote this down
It doesn't really seem important now
I get back on my feet, I wish you would leave
And take me out of this town
I know I'm not but I still feel alone
I've read the books and now the end is shown
I think that I'm a mess, the hem of my dress
Is torn from walking you home
And all I've been for the past eight years is nothing, is nothing
And all I've done this past week is cry about, cry about it
And all I've been for the past six months is hopeful, is hopeful
And all I've done since last night is think about it, think about it
It's not my fault except I know it is
I take a look around, it's getting me down
Whatever this is
I thought by now I'd maybe know my place
It's hard when all I know is empty space
I wish my heart was gone, it's taking too long
I hate that look on your face
And all I've been for the past eight years is nothing, is nothing
And all I've done this past week is cry about it, cry about it
My hands are burnt from lighting up
From pouring drinks into your empty cup
I wish this night would end, I'm far too gone to stand
I'm mad at everything I've done
I'm watching you like I watch my youth fade
Saying goodbye to everything I've made
I hate who I've become, I hate feeling loved
It's just a game I've gotta play
And all I've been for the past eight years is nothing, is nothing
And all I've done this past week is cry about, cry about it
And I've learned why the trees change colour in the fall
And I've heard that they'll take my name for no reason at all
It's been sinking in now everything is wrong
When it fades to black we'll all be dead and gone
I can't remember why I wrote this down
It doesn't really seem important now
I get back on my feet, I wish you would leave
And take me out of this town
I know I'm not but I still feel alone
I've read the books and now the end is shown
I think that I'm a mess, the hem of my dress
Is torn from walking you home
And all I've been for the past eight years is nothing, is nothing
And all I've done this past week is cry about, cry about it
And all I've been for the past six months is hopeful, is hopeful
And all I've done since last night is think about it, think about it
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Writer(s): Avery Johnson
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