Everything (And All That's In Between)

The end of us

The sharp hint of new tears flooding my senses

And here I thought I had already seen the worst

I’m pulling apart at the seams

This isn’t how it was supposed to be.

This car becomes my confessional

And the dashboard is hearer of my confessions

I’m losing my mind, it seems

This isn’t how I wanted it to be.

This, it’s not over

And this will be forgotten never

I’m just about ready to scream

This is the end of your scheme.

This bed, you’ve made with the lies you told

And with that, on me, you’ve lost your hold

I’m just about done crying

This, me and you, isn’t worth retrying.

The mess you’ve made

And the games you played

I think this is it, I’m done

This doesn’t mean you’ve won