Closing Cost - Capstan

I heard everything you said through that white wooden door

Crying over him falling apart on the bathroom floor

Your words spun excuses but were sold out by your eyes

I’m nothing more to you than a consolation prize

And I’ve sensed revenge though the plot in me tends to steer clear of tying up

loose ends

I refuse to remain your mess

I’ve been buried six feet deep alive in my own unrest

Filled with emptiness, I’m penniless, over-drafted trying to impress

I guess I’ll just always stay second best

You took my breath away, and I don’t ever want it back again

I’ve always had a cheap heart your bank account could always spend

They say a picture’s worth a thousand words.

I scream at yours and still stay

unheard

Maybe I’m just blind and you’re just deaf, or this is all just wasted breath