Dear Eliza i wish you well   i miss our midnight talks   but not the times you use to yell   i guess the times just havent changed that much at all   i really wish you'd pick up the phone   pretend that i exist and stop saying leave me alone   but now ive missed my chance to say goodbye for good      So thanks a lot for giving up on me   closing up your heart   and making sure im unhappy   of course of course now this is all my fault   and everything went wrong but you were never there at all      i know i know you never make mistakes   cuz you date them, break their hearts and call them fake   with every breath you hold inside yourself   you bring up different times when you've been hurt by someone else      hold on hold on i didnt care enough   though i kissed you gave you gifts and wrote you songs   So heres an album full of broken songs   of how you broke my heart and how you read my actions wrong      with bad remarks and broken hearts you left me to remain   in brokeness the emptiness is tearing at my brain   i should have known that you were prone to leave me from the start   you built me up and broke me down to watch me fall apart      a single thougth can mean a lot to someone so aware   with melody i hold this key and hear it loud and clear   my sad and lonely treble clef recording what i fear   with notes and frets i wont forget the ringing in my ear      with every inch of helplessness i keep inside my head   my memory is killing me with things that you have said   i wonder will i sleep ok my blood is running thin    it all depends if winter ends ill clean these veins again