Your house   The coffee tastes like dirt   Not because im hurt   Thats just what it tastes like      Dirt roads remind me of my skin   Not because im wasting away with the gravel you ground in   Thats what it feels like      I wont be sorry    Wont go moping around   In fact im doing quite well for now      Theres something 'bout giving up   That sounds so bittersweet   Think i'll throw in the towel right now   (but i'll fold it nice and neat)   I'll lay low on the ground    And i'll be on my feet   When i can breathe   When im good and ready      This tree   with lover's hear engraved   Not because i'm lonely   Just because i hate it      Sunshine digs underneath my nails   Not because i'm burning all my hopes   Schorching all my faith    As far as i can tell      I'm not bitter   I'm not mouthing off words   Look at my face   believe me now      Theres something 'bout giving up   That sounds so bittersweet   Think i'll throw in the towel right now   (but i'll fold it nice and neat)   I'll lay low on the ground    And i'll be on my feet   When i can breathe   When im good and ready      (alright!)      Theres something 'bout giving up   That sounds so bittersweet   Think i'll throw in the towel right now   (but i'll fold it nice and neat)   I'll lay low on the ground    And i'll be on my feet   When i can breathe   When im good and ready   When im good and ready      (Yeehaa!)   (aha!...so close,yet so far)