Where the hell can I go where they don't know your name? Where can I catch a break from the letters that arrange themselves to spell out my pain? Even home knows it well 'cause I just can't catch a clue Even though I am beaten down, I'm still proud of and talk about you I'm still proud of and talk about you I'm no stranger to hurt, but I'm a stranger to this Oh, this regret, and this torment, and ache, but in turn, I am proud of the love that I give I am proud of the love that I give And I'll let myself heal in the morning, but for now I can't breathe anymore Next time that you leave, give a warning, or at least say goodbye at the door I just don't want you to hate me, and I don't want our story to end It doesn't have to be easy, but at least never leave as a friend I stripped all the wood from the cabinets, and I broke down the glass chandelier It left a bad scar when the glass hit, but I'll keep it as a souvenir I can't scrape myself from the memories, and I won't burn this house to the ground 'Cause even after all, after everything, I'd still bleed out to have you around I'd still bleed out to have you around