| That wind is cruel |
| It’s howling at the window |
| Noisy as these shadows |
| Rattling the pipes |
| I fake a smile but if I don’t cuss or throw something |
| I’ll be just like this alley the bottle in |
| When it’s me I’m trying to break |
| Like a thousand little pieces |
| One for every time my heart just aches |
| Like a thousand little pieces |
| One for every time I think of you |
| And my heart still aches |
| Cracks and crumbles in the lines |
| Like the lightning bolt scars the skies |
| On the earthquake in my mind |
| The earthquake in my mind |
| I haunt the halls of this empty room |
| I can count the minutes |
| The hours I’m not yours |
| Swinging in that breeze is my soul |
| It’s just shaking |
| Pushing me until I’m angry |
| Static roaring way too damn loud |
| And I’m never ready |
| Like a thousand little pieces |
| One for every time my bones just ache |
| Like a thousand little pieces |
| One for every time I think of you |
| And my heart still aches |
| Cracks and crumbles in the lines |
| Like a lightning bolt in the walls of my mind |
| Like an earthquake in my mind |
| Like an earthquake in my mind |
| Like an earthquake in my mind |
| Like an earthquake in my mind |
| Like an earthquake in my mind |
| Like an earthquake in my mind |