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I'm half-way to hope but dragging my feet through

Gardens I've grown with thoughts about you

But the flowers don't bloom anymore

You spun me around, still feeling dizzy

Let my guard down so you could see me

Til the morning light swallows me whole

I'll find a new home on the floor

I still see your ghost in the door

I'll find what my hands were made for

You took what you found

Left only pieces left strewn around

Uproot the reasons that your memory pulls at my soul

I found a new home on the floor

I don't see your ghost anymore

I found what my hands were made for

I've been trying to say

Everything's finally falling away

But it's hopeless to think that

I'll find my way out of this shallow grave where I lay

So I'll lay in the calm, sift through the wreckage

I'll soak up the gray, find some perspective

My thoughts of you fade (my thoughts of you fade)

My thoughts of you fade even more

You're a photograph left in the drawer

I've been trying to say

Everything's finally falling

I've been trying to say

Everything's finally falling away

But it's hopeless to think that

I'll find my way out of this shallow grave where I lay