I find it hard to believe

we grew up this fast

unable to make it last

never forced to release

but choosing the past

rather slit my wrist and take a bath

cant even look at myself

I feel like a ghost

we hurt the ones we love the most

amidst the final farewell

she offered a toast

I knew at once my glass was dosed

nothing left but a puncture wound

some would say that we jumped too soon

and I don't want to go on knowing

all the nights that I spent with you

nothing left but a puncture wound

this arrow carved you out

this arrow look at you now

I count the ways out

nothing will mend

this love is broken

so I live without

I try to extend

my hands to wash your dissidence

even when shes close to me

I feel like its wrong

giving up another day

not how its supposed to be

numb to respond

I know theres something in the way

Chorus

got an arrow

I'll shoot it

see you when you open your eyes

I say hello

I find it hard to believe

what we've become

brought into another world

this arrow stuck in me

pulled me away

caught under the richocet

Chorus

nothing left but a puncture wound