I tripped over your suitcase lying on the bedroom floor
It's usually in the attic I think I know what it's down here for
The way you're acting lately, I'm starting to believe
You're gonna break my poor heart and leave, correct me if I'm right
I don't want to know the truth I'll believe some pretty lies
As long as they all come from you cause im not breathing, im suffocating,
without you im broken in two