Your name and a heart, in ink, written on my wall
But now fresh paint drowns the colour
Fades out what was yours
The pictures of Prague, oh, in all of the love
I might have just grasped for something you don't are
But I'm better off without you
This cold has passed and so will you
But I'm better off without you
It might be over soon
Your chest next to me, your breath, fainting memories
The cuddly toy fox on my bed
Now sits on the shelf
18 months of us, blindsided by love
Last thoughts written down
I lay waste to them now
But I'm better off without you
This cold has passed and so will you
But I'm better off without you
It might be over soon