Verse 1
This white mark on this dusty wall
marks where i would wait for your call
for hours

This broken chair still cairs
of how i would sit alone
for hours

Chorus
This makes no sense
there's no evidence
of the sacrafices i made
and still am making
My heart stoped
long ago
and this fucking note you left
still reins on

Verse 2
This photograph screams out names
that i don't want to hear
and i fear

my lungs will break they just can't take
another heartache
this year

Chorus
This makes no sense
there's no evidence
of the sacrafices i made
and still am making
My heart stoped
long ago
and this fucking note
you left still reins on

Verse 3
If i could breath i would scream 
out your name
over and over again

If i could talk i would ask you to call
off all the promises you made
over and over again

Chorus
This makes no sense
there's no evidence
of the sacrafices i made
and still am making
My heart stoped
long ago
and this fucking note you left
still reins on

© Adam Parslow 2003