Does it make you feel more?
Oh, it makes me feel less
I give you this laced with simple regrets
Seemingly not to hard to forget
Does it make you feel more?
Well, it makes me feel less
And who are you to even say
What could have been, should have been
Didn’t seem to go out, go out that way.

You call me the liar while
You’re breathing out your very own fire
The way I’m pleading
Those empty feelings
We had it coming
We had it coming
The way you’re leaving
I kept believing
We had it coming
We had it coming

Give me this laced with simple regrets
Oh, it’s not too hard to forget
Does it make you feel more?
Well it makes me feel less
And who are you to even say
What could have been, should have been
It didn’t seem to go out that way, but it’s, oh it’s too late.
Still I’m the liar while you’re breathing out your very own fire

Whose to say it’ll even work
We’re banking on this concept of hurt
Whose to say it’ll be enough
But there’s, there’s no giving up