All our loose ends
Are gathered here inside this house
You left me here to sort them out

But its not all yours really
I kept a few to hold onto
I tied them to my wrists and you said:

"Does it feel watered down?"
"Does it feel over now?"

"Do you feel watered down?"
"Do you feel older now?"

You hated when I said
I needed anything, I didn't
So I walked into your room
And took it all