Promises are just what you want to hear, nothing more.

So now weve come upon the hardest thing ive ever done
Its telling you that im a mess
What sort of mess i mean
Is self-destructive gasoline
The kind that strips you of your best
And while i play insteadthe way that most would end up dead
You sleep alone at home and wish that i was in our bed
With this im telling you
My color changes back to blue
How do i ask you this
Will you help me through



Stand by for another breakdown
Sound off the alarm