Bent candles and broken roses
our last supper together
I look for you on the train going to and from my job
Couldn't help it if I tried
Bet I just miss you every time

I look for you everywhere like some obsessive stalker
but you're always so happy to see me
so it doesn't really count
And you didn't want to break up and leave me
so it doesn't really count

And you slept with me last night
so it doesn't count
And you cried with me last night
so it doesn't count
And you just keep loving me
so it doesn't count
And even though you can't marry it you can still...
fuck it doesn't count
No it doesn't really count

Our hearts only seem to break in half steps
and minor chords
I've yet to break from A to B
I've yet to break clean
You've yet to break away from me
We've yet to break free of all of this
and the way that it seems

I dream of you filling lungs
with a mixture of you and me
filling me until my eyes pop wide open
until I gasp for air spilling out stale waters
and old hurts on the side of the road
Your hand on my back
you're looking out for cars
and singing to me sweet, sweet sorrows
And "poor baby boy" 's

"Poor baby boy" 's
That's what I dream
Couldn't help it if I tried
Bet I just miss you every time

Bent candles and broken roses
Bent candles and broken roses
Bent and broken
our last supper together