Wreckage
As I stand here cold, afraid
The air fails to take me
The ground wants to shake me
Am I meant to feel so empty
One mistake can make you rot away
Leaving just bones to decay
I call for you
Failing to say what I really mean
Communicating the wrong thought
Well the weeks turn into days
And the days turn into hours
While the hours turn into minutes
And I can't believe I sent this
I can't delete the message
She's pushing every button
She's moving past my limits
But I know I need her now
As my heart becomes a wreckage
Well Father Fate has a sick way
Of making it seem okay as he takes it all away
Well the weeks turn into days
And the days turn into hours
While the hours turn into minutes
And I can't believe I sent this
I can't delete the message
She's pushing every button
She's moving past my limits
But I know I need her now
As my heart becomes a wreckage
A wreckage, a wreckage
A wreckage, a wreckage, a wreckage
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh huh
Oh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh
Ooh, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, ooh
Oh, my heart is a wreckage
Oh, my heart, my heart
My heart's a wreckage
My heart's a wreckage
Well the weeks turn into days
And the days turn into hours
While the hours turn into minutes
And I can't believe I sent this
I can't delete the message
She's pushing every button
She's moving past my limits
But I know I need her now
As my heart becomes a wreckage
The air fails to take me
The ground wants to shake me
Am I meant to feel so empty
One mistake can make you rot away
Leaving just bones to decay
I call for you
Failing to say what I really mean
Communicating the wrong thought
Well the weeks turn into days
And the days turn into hours
While the hours turn into minutes
And I can't believe I sent this
I can't delete the message
She's pushing every button
She's moving past my limits
But I know I need her now
As my heart becomes a wreckage
Well Father Fate has a sick way
Of making it seem okay as he takes it all away
Well the weeks turn into days
And the days turn into hours
While the hours turn into minutes
And I can't believe I sent this
I can't delete the message
She's pushing every button
She's moving past my limits
But I know I need her now
As my heart becomes a wreckage
A wreckage, a wreckage
A wreckage, a wreckage, a wreckage
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh huh
Oh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh
Ooh, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, ooh
Oh, my heart is a wreckage
Oh, my heart, my heart
My heart's a wreckage
My heart's a wreckage
Well the weeks turn into days
And the days turn into hours
While the hours turn into minutes
And I can't believe I sent this
I can't delete the message
She's pushing every button
She's moving past my limits
But I know I need her now
As my heart becomes a wreckage
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Writer(s): Jackson P Smith
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