The framework stands above and below
Thought out, processed and ready to go
Persecuted by abandonment
You held my hand
What life's sentiment
Oh, I wish I could go back
So, so bad
I will be free one day
I will be loved one day
He told me this whole thing was a mistake
But how can it be a mistake that I don't
Have to wash my hands after I touch her?
I can't go out and find someone new because I always think of her
Usually when I obsess over things I see germs sneaking into my skin
I see myself crushed by an endless procession of cars
She was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on
I was an idiot for my hesitation
Moving from truth to inside where it killed him
Oh, I wish I could go back
So, so bad

It's been three whole years of me thinking about you everyday
Sometimes for hours, sometimes in passing
Saw you from the bottom of the staircase
Stood out for hours as you complained
About how you haven't seen your friends yet
That you're too drunk to stand and you not knowing
If you can love him forever
Bullshit, you fucking miss me
There, I said it, I guess I'll talk to you in a few months
Sitting drunk on the sidewalk, I guess I'll get up
I guess I'll go for a walk
Brushed my shoes against the pavement
I swear, this has gotta be the hundredth time
I've thought of you tonight
You weren't the only one who thought of us that way
I spend most nights awake, wide awake
I never thought that I, oh, I would see the day
Where I'd just let you go, let you walk away
Where I'd let you walk away
Used to call you crook, called you a bandit
There ain't no other good damn reason why
My heart, it would go missing
For so many months, so I was wishing that you
That you would stop pretending
Remember all those countless nights
When I told you I loved you?
And you'd never forget it, oh, just forget it
You weren't the only one who thought of us that way
I spend most nights awake, wide awake
I never thought that I, oh, I would see the day
Where I'd just let you go, let you walk away
Where I'd let you walk away
You weren't the only one who thought of us that way
I spend most nights awake, wide awake
I never thought that I, oh, I would see the day
Where I'd just let you go, let you walk away
Go ahead and walk away

I would I were a careless child,
Still dwelling in my Highland cave,
Or roaming through the dusky wild,
Or bounding o’er the dark blue wave;
The cumbrous pomp of Saxon pride
Accords not with the freeborn soul,
Which loves the mountain’s craggy side,
And seeks the rocks where billows roll.

Fortune! take back these cultured lands,
Take back this name of splendid sound!
I hate the touch of servile hands,
I hate the slaves that cringe around.
Place me among the rocks I love,
Which sound to Ocean’s wildest roar;
I ask but this – again to rove
Through scenes my youth hath known before.
Few are my years, and yet I feel
The world was ne’er designed for me:
Ah! why do dark’ning shades conceal
The hour when man must cease to be?
Once I beheld a splendid dream,
A visionary scene of bliss:
Truth! – wherefore did thy hated beam
Awake me to a world like this?

I loved – but those I love are gone;
Had friends – my early friends are fled:
How cheerless feels the heart alone,
When all its former hopes are dead!
Though gay companions o’er the bowl
Dispel awhile the sense of ill’
Though pleasure stirs the maddening soul,
The heart – the heart – is lonely still.

How dull! to hear the voice of those
Whom rank or chance, whom wealth or power,
Have made, though neither friends nor foes,
Associates of the festive hour.
Give me again a faithful few,
In years and feelings still the same,
And I will fly the midnight crew,
Where boist’rous joy is but a name.

And woman, lovely woman! thou,
My hope, my comforter, my all!
How cold must be my bosom now,
When e’en thy smiles begin to pall!
Without a sigh would I resign
This busy scene of splendid woe,
To make that calm contentment mine,
Which virtue know, or seems to know.

Fain would I fly the haunts of men –
I seek to shun, not hate mankind;
My breast requires the sullen glen,
Whose gloom may suit a darken’d mind.
Oh! that to me the wings were given
Which bear the turtle to her nest!
Then would I cleave the vault of heaven,
To flee away, and be at rest.