Married to a Beautiful Pain

The ink is dry, the letter's on the shelf. I'm playing house

all by my lonely self. You found a rhythm in a different street.

And left me dancing to a broken beat. I got my gin,

I got my pride in a jar. But I can't hide the shadow

of who you, you are. Oh. And the clock just ticks and

the air gets thick. I'm building a wall brick by heavy brick.

I'm sinking down to the bottom of the lake. Counting every single heart that you're

gonna break. You took the color and you bled it out to rust.