Making rough work of it
You wrapped my heart up in plastic
And later left it somewhere
On the side of the road
Indiscriminately, you left pieces of me
Scattered all throughout the woods
Already watching the bugs and animals
Tearing at me like you'd done before
Your heart not in it, you soundlessly
Erased every mention of me
Every shred of evidence that I ever meant
Anything to you at all
Oh, the abyss opened up
And devoured all our
Facts, faces, and memories
Until nothing was left
Oh, you might be gone from me
But our history remains
Oh, you might be gone from me
But our history remains
I still have some of you in my heart
And although I tried to burn all of
The pieces long ago and patch over the damage
You'll always still be there
But I want to remove every trace of you
That still remains in me
You touched my arm-cut it off
You were all I could see-blind me now
You had a place in my heart-go ahead and rip it out
Oh, you might be gone from me
But our history remains
Oh, you might be gone from me
But our history remains
Oh, you might be gone from me
(Making rough work of it
You wrapped my heart up in plastic)
But our history remains
(And later left it somewhere
On the side of the road)
Oh, you might be gone from me
(Making rough work of it
You wrapped my heart up in plastic)
But our history remains
(And later left it somewhere
On the side of the road)
