As words fall from my cotton mouth
Butterflies and pretty lies
And the silence screams loud
In the wind of time and wounded howls
The ache inside and vacant eyes
Wander this empty house
Living half-alive
With half a life for you
I hope you realize
For me it was the truth
And I'm sorry
That this is all we knew
Broken hearted
When one becomes two
Apologies like hymnal cries
Uncertainties and wistful dreams
Are just faith in disguise
Church wood begs, so old and tired
Fracture and deteriorate
As we search for a sign
With whiskey breath and slurring pride
I wish we could go back inside
Veneer to hide the truth behind
Ignore the echoed warnings of our mind
Living half-alive
With half a life for you
I hope you realize
For me it was the truth
And I'm sorry
That this is all we knew
Broken hearted
When one becomes two