Now, What you are to me
Is a cel phone full of pissed off memories
Now, What you are to me
Are some old faded magnets saying where we’ve been
So slam the door, I wish you well
And dont come back again
Cause what you are to me
Is a big black hole where my heart used to be
My bed, is so cold
But I know I need you here
I blame myself
for the Hell I put you through
I know I know
what you’ve said is true but
I’m just not ready to say I’m sorry yet
(I know who you really are)
I’m just not ready to say I’m sorry yet
(Show me who you really are)
Now, What you are to me
Is a girl caught up some bullshit scheme
Now, What you are to me
Is the bitch in the corner wearing torn blue jeans
So slam the door, I wish you well
and dont come back here again
Cause what you are to me
Was the one good thing I never thought would never leave
Now, what you are to me
is a cel phone full of pissed off memories
Now, what you are to me
is some fucked up song that I have to sing
I’m just not ready to say I’m sorry yet
I’m just not ready to say I’m sorry yet
I THINK I MIGHT BE DOWN TO MY LAST BREATH AND
I’m just not ready to say I’m sorry yet
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Lyrics submitted by mark.