Texty: Scene Aesthetic, The. Yes, Even Stars Break.

alone at last, sleeping to help ease my pain.

and i take it back, you'll never be this close to me.

and i breathe in deep; helps me avoid the state you put me in.

and now that i can deal, with everything you've thrown at me.

how does it feel to know that you could never fix the way that we see.

the way you left us without any reasoning, without reasoning.



i lay you to rest, in my head stored away never to return.

i'll forget everything you left back at home.

please know i'm always looking back on our scripted memories.

i lay you to rest, in my head stored away to never return.

i'll forget everything you left back at home.

please know i'm always looking back on our scripted memories.



look at how i've grown, just see,

these burdons you put on us helped guide me to be, the man i was supposed to be.

he breathes in deep,

helps him realize how everything in his whole life progressed.

he's fine i swear and he'll confess..

to you cause tonight he'll find his was back home.

forget about the plans we made i'll never let this go.

he'll confess to you cause tonight he'll find his was back home.

forget about the plans we made i'll never let this go.



i lay you to rest, in my head stored away never to return.

i'll forget everything you left back at home.

please know i'm always looking back on our scripted memories.

i lay you to rest, in my head stored away to never return.

i'll forget everything you left back at home.

please know i'm always looking back on our scripted memories.



broken faith and wasted breath, photographs are all thats left.

broken faith and wasted breath, photographs are all thats left.

broken faith and wasted breath, photographs are all thats left, of you..of you



broken faith and wasted breath, photographs are all thats left.

(we've come along way to look back on you right now)

broken faith and wasted breath, photographs are all thats left.

(we've spent to many days trying to find you out)

broken faith and wasted breath, photographs are all thats left, of you..of you

(we still hold close to us our memories of you..of you)