So which drink did my memory drown in?
And which thought was the first one to consider him?
And which night was the night when the kingdom I thought I was king of fell… Like the walls at the waves of a broken dam… Make me a broken man

So if we're all guilty, what's the point in pointing fingers anyway?
I'm no better, I'm just bitter and I never got to say
How it hit me when you told me
Like a towtruck hauling a train in a rainstorm… With the brakes out.

And oh! The things I've tried to cover up and compromise
Put it up on a shelf, hide it in sheetrock – wrap it in cellophane
But this is not a phase you can ignore til it goes away
I have to face this now
I have to take these walls down

So this is the last song in a series
Titled 'how you broke my heart'
And I think it's the best one, and here comes my favorite part
I forgive you
And I'm sorry
And I'm sorry it took so long
And I wish you the best in everything

(this is it! This is it: it's the song I could never sing while we were in love, and it's dead