Lletres: Man Overboard. Real Talk. Parting Gift.

Always turning out for the worst,
you were always my most consistent curse.

Now I hope this gets you kind of heated,
or stings a little if you even read it.

Bringing everyone down, you left this house feeling empty,
but it's better then feeling like it's burning to the ground.

I can't live with you around anymore.
You're blocking out the sound outside my door.
And I found more.

I can't remember all the times that
I almost had bruised eyes for being on your side.
Now I hope that someone gets to ya,
and if I'm there I'll pretend I never knew ya.

See you around,
you were alright back when we were young,
but you don't compare to anything that I've found.

I can't remember all the times that
I almost had bruised eyes for being on your side.
Now I hope that someone gets to ya,
and if I'm there I'll pretend I never knew ya.

See you around,
you were alright back when we were young,
but you don't compare to anything that I've found.

I wrote you down a letter before I went to sleep,
it had all the secrets I could no longer keep,
I held them in for so long I was going to break
but maybe now I can rest and you will lay awake.