Lyrics:

You're the latest fashion that everyone wants to wear,
But in the end, x2
You're the label that no one can, seem to get off,
Stabbing me in the back. x2
And, these watercolours, that I painted our perfect life with, will run, will run, run,
Once my tears hit the paper,
Once the ducts are open,
We flood our hearts.
You think it's fine to do things your way, but this lump in my throat,
It's getting bigger and bigger, from swallowing my words,
Hope I don't choke, on the truth.
You've found a way to fall apart, You've found a way to change and disappear, with no help from me,
My tears have been the catalyst to the process of you fading away.
You've become a ghost.
And It turns out, you are, as fucking selfish, as I thought.
And, these watercolours, that I painted our perfect life with, will run, will run, yeah,
Once my tears hit the paper,
Once the ducts are open, x2
We'll flood our hearts.
And we'll flood our hearts,
Now you're gone.
As my eyes grow heavy,
We flood our hearts,
My tears speak of regret,
We flood our hearts,
We fall,
We flood our hearts,
Now you're gone.