in the grand sceme of things, we're all chasing the same dream

and i've never been known for my impeccable timing

but if i haven't said i'm sorry then i guess i should

for the person i used to be, not me

i'm broken down and bleeding ink like

a box full of broken things you kept

beside your bed

for when you needed me

but i miss you now more than i ever did

cause we've both seen what worse can be

and best has been

lately it seems i'm torn between

and empty heart or an empty bed

so please if you can, put this thing to rest or tell me something that i can use to

rest my head