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I was laying on the floor when you were gone,Like it was something I could die from,Now my head aches, and your friends all think I'm dumb,You said it's just a bit of bad blood.Now I don't feel great, but it doesn't bother me,Because I don't have the energy, and the X-ray doesn't tell me anything,Or show me what the hell you see in me.All my time has turned to days, that I will waste till my dying day.And all my bones have realigned, and now I guess it was a bad sign.I was praying to the lord for some fun, but I guess he didn't have some,And betraying everything that I'd become, just to prove it wasn't true love.If I'm too late, will you come and hurry me? Like a kid among the dying leaves,If my heart breaks, will you drug and carry me, where we can take about our chemistry?All my time has turned to days, that I will waste till my dying day.And all my bones have realigned, and now I guess it was a bad sign.And now I guess it was a bad sign.All my time has turned to days, that I will waste till my dying day.And when I tried I was ashamed, and said "I don't believe in saving face."And all my clothes are still inside, and broken up into little piles.And all my bones have realigned, and now I guess it was a bad sign.Now I guess it was a bad sign, and now I guess it was a bad sign. From Letras Mania