[Intro] Your eyes.
Your god damn eyes.
That’s what did it.
This shit is killing me.
[Verse 1] It was your eyes, it was always your eyes That’s what made me fall, that’s what made me give Not just one thing, not just some of it Every fucking thing I had, I gave Your innocent, sweet, unbearable eyes The ones I built a whole life around Eyes I thought I’d wake up to forever Eyes I’ll never see look back at me now
[Pre-Chorus] You said it was temporary You said you just needed space You said there’s nothing wrong You said just hold on
[Chorus] Your eyes I’m still holding on to your eyes Holding on to nothing Holding on to nothing at all Your eyes The last thing that ever felt like home And I’m still standing here Waiting for eyes that already left
In the meantime.
This shit is killing me.
[Verse 2] The plants you bought are still alive somehow Still sitting where you left them by the door The fish still looks suspicious as fuck Still swimming laps like it’s waiting too That painting you loved, the one that looks like shit Still hanging exactly where you hung it Your recipe, the one that tasted awful We ate it anyway, still stuck to the fridge
[Pre-Chorus] You said it was temporary You said you just needed space You said there’s nothing wrong You said just hold on
[Chorus] Your eyes I’m still holding on to your eyes Holding on to nothing Holding on to nothing at all Your eyes The last thing that ever felt like home And I’m still standing here Waiting for eyes that already left
In the meantime.
This shit is killing me.
[Bridge — quiet, breaking] Everything you touched is still right where you left it Everything except you The garden’s still growing The fish is still swimming The bad art’s still hanging And I’m still here Talking to a kitchen full of things That used to mean something because you picked them
[Acoustic Guitar Solo][Sad Melody]
[Final Chorus — not bigger, just quieter and more broken] Your eyes I’m still holding on to your eyes Holding on to nothing Holding on to nothing at all Your eyes The last thing that ever felt like home You’re not here You said hold on You never said for how long
In the meantime.
This shit is killing me.
[Outro] … The plants are still alive. … I don’t know why that makes it worse. … Fuck.
Yes, it is still killing me.