Du sålde mitt hjärta, och allt som var vårt

Jag undrar än hur du kunde, du sa det var inte svårt

Nej, inget smärtar en hjärtlös vän, säg vad en vän utan hjärta inte kan

Av allt det jag gav har du ingenting kvar

Jag ger vad jag har

Men du ger ingenting tillbaks

I'm an architect
Of days that haven't happened yet
I can't believe a month is all it's been
You know my paper heart
The one I filled with pencil marks
I think I might've gone and inked you in

Little by little, inch by inch
We built a yard with a garden in the middle of it
It ain't much but it's a start
You got me swaying right along to the song in your heart
And a face to call home