The Best of Me (Acoustic)
The ghosts never seem to die
When you're up trembling at night
Even the best ones, they end with the same sting
Why does it feel so bad to remember everything?
I'm waiting for you to come back and possess me
The worst part is that you've got the best of me
In a box that you buried beneath your sheets
And now I'm wondering if it's keeping you from sleep
You can hold my hand but the bottle neck seems much more promising
Don't you think
Don't you say a word
If the numbness is our only common ground
At least we've got something to talk about
We were the saddest sight to see
Drawing blood from the tears in our seams
And I can't say I'm sorry
With the taste of yours still on my teeth
I'm waiting for you to come back and possess me
The worst part is that you've got the best of me
In a box that you buried beneath your sheets
And now I'm wondering if it's keeping you from sleep
You can hold my hand but the bottle neck seems much more promising
Don't you think
Don't you say a word
My mouth is dry from the words that I have swallowed
And I'm choking through my staggered sighs
You bite my lip, but I'm tearing through your body
Just to even up the score
I'm waiting for you to come back and possess me
The worst part is that you've got the best of me
In a box that you buried beneath your sheets
And now I'm wondering if it's keeping you from sleep
You can hold my hand but the bottle neck seems much more promising
Don't you think
Don't you say a word
When you're up trembling at night
Even the best ones, they end with the same sting
Why does it feel so bad to remember everything?
I'm waiting for you to come back and possess me
The worst part is that you've got the best of me
In a box that you buried beneath your sheets
And now I'm wondering if it's keeping you from sleep
You can hold my hand but the bottle neck seems much more promising
Don't you think
Don't you say a word
If the numbness is our only common ground
At least we've got something to talk about
We were the saddest sight to see
Drawing blood from the tears in our seams
And I can't say I'm sorry
With the taste of yours still on my teeth
I'm waiting for you to come back and possess me
The worst part is that you've got the best of me
In a box that you buried beneath your sheets
And now I'm wondering if it's keeping you from sleep
You can hold my hand but the bottle neck seems much more promising
Don't you think
Don't you say a word
My mouth is dry from the words that I have swallowed
And I'm choking through my staggered sighs
You bite my lip, but I'm tearing through your body
Just to even up the score
I'm waiting for you to come back and possess me
The worst part is that you've got the best of me
In a box that you buried beneath your sheets
And now I'm wondering if it's keeping you from sleep
You can hold my hand but the bottle neck seems much more promising
Don't you think
Don't you say a word
Credits
Writer(s): City Mouth
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