Show me something I'd like to see
Something sweet, like a memory
Oh, I breathe no more but I still feel the ache
When I pick up what's left of the feelings we shaped
Every vase has a life to keep
But every flower ends up shriveling
And it's easy to pick them out, leaf after leaf
But it sure is quite hard to forget how they lived
And it haunts me to touch all these sweet memories
'Cause I know they're the shells of my hollowed-out dreams
I've shattered a few of my favourite things
Like the bottles of color my heart used to drip
If these pieces I've broken washed over like sand
I'd probably be buried in feelings I don't understand
I'm not as strong as I thought I'd be
It's hard to breathe out when you're holding in
All the pins and needles numb in your skin
That's why growing up comes with a smile-wearing pin
I guess there's a catch to how much you can fill
If the glass is half full, it leaves something to spill
So empty it out and tell what else I must do
To make sure I'm still trying to feel
And it haunts me to touch all these sweet memories
'Cause I know they're the shells of my hollowed-out dreams
I've shattered a few of my favourite things
Like the bottles of color my heart used to drip
If these pieces I've broken washed over like sand
I'd probably be buried in feelings I don't understand
I'm scared to think it's all gonna break
That nostalgic heartache is all for the day
I will wake up hardened by sorrows or pain
Not bat an eye at how much I have changed
It hurts 'cause it means the world to me
Every fallen petal's a longing less sweet
But despite it all, I still strongly believe
That my favourite things will be kept close to me