The number to the house is on the door But everytime you open it as if you are not sure if you even live here anymore anymore
I know what you're about to say I know that look there on your face But I'm tired of reading your mind this way so why don't you say it
your tearing me up inside your tearing me up inside It feels like something in me died feels like something in me died
All of the bright colors that live inside of me are now just tiny little pieces of what used to be and it just feels like confetti
well, I remember on our wedding day thinking how those flowers would all just fade away and it seemed like such a waste of beauty
your tearing me up inside your tearing me up inside It feels like something in me died feels like something in me died
All of the bright colors that live inside of me are now just tiny little pieces of what used to be and it just feels like ...confetti ...confetti
Isn't it a crying shame that nothing ever stays the same I can't fit into that wedding dress or be 23 again but you're looking at me now like you don't know who I am
and it's tearing me up inside
All of the bright colors that lived inside of me are now just tiny little pieces of who I used to be and it just feels like ...confetti ...confetti ...confetti
Compositores: Fred Wilhelm, Lori Mc Kenna (Lori Mac Kenna) ECAD: Obra #24644420