Truth of it all

(Ooh-whoa-oh-aah-e-aah~) (yeah-e-yeah~) (ah-aah-OOH~)

I left your hoodie

on the bedroom floor

Can't bring myself

to touch it anymore

The house still smells

like something that we broke

I'm breathing in

the last of all that smoke

And I keep calling out your name to an empty

room (oh-oh-oh)

I'm not fine,

I'm falling apart

You carved your name into my broken heart

I scream but no one hears it through these walls

I'm not fine — and that's the truth of it all (yeah-OOH~)

Your pictures still live

in my camera roll

I scroll past them

just to feel the hole

We used to drive

with nowhere left to go

Now every road

just leads me back alone

But every time I blink I see your face (oh-oh-OOH~)

I'm not fine,

I'm falling apart

You carved your name into my broken heart

I scream but no one hears it through these walls

I'm not fine — and that's the truth of it all (yeah-OOH~)

Maybe I'm the one who burned it down

Maybe I deserve

to drown

in this (ohhh) (mmm-AHH~) (oh-oh-oh-oh~)

I'm not fine,

I'm falling apart

You carved your name into my broken heart

I scream but no one hears it through these walls

I'm not fine — and that's the truth of it all (yeah-OOH~)

(I'm not fine~) (ah-OOH-yeah~) (I'm not fine...) (oh-oh-ohh~)