you used to say

I've tried to keep a track of this
you always said you were the best
said this guitar's always had the best
your vocal chords said you had this

i've got this void to fill
you've got this voice to hear

feel the music dripping down your finger tips
bleeding out red from your wrist
feel it hit the ground like your last shred of love

i always said you were the best
so who's there to make up for this?
on the day that I wed will you be there
to tell me what I did wrong?
Like you did every other time?

i said i never knew of it
but i'm always keeping track on this
you said it was love
i said everything short of "you're a liar."

so feel it dripping off your finger tips
the way my hope dripped off the tip of your tongue

i've got this void to fill,
you've got this voice to hear
these screams got nothing to say
since there's nothing you want to hear

i tried to keep track of this
you always said you were the best
i wish you weren't right about it
but you've got all these songs playing for nothing

so pretend they mean it
pretend you care
pretend it means something
to someone somewhere
pretend you were right all along

so pretend you mean it
pretend they care
pretend it means nothing
to no one anywhere
pretend you were right all along