Confetti

(альбом: Unglamorous - 2007)

The number to the house is on the door
But every time you open it as if you are not sure
If you even live here anymore
Anymore

Well, I know what you're about to say
I know that look there on your face
But I'm tired of reading your mind this way
So why don't you say it?

You're tearing me up inside
Tearing me up inside
It feels like something in me died
Feels like something in me died
All of the bright colours that lived inside of me
Are now just tiny little pieces of what used to be
And it just feels like confetti

Well, I remember on our wedding day
Thinking that all of those flowers would all just fade away
And it seemed like such a waste
Of beauty

And now you're tearing me up inside
Tearing me up inside
It feels like something in me died
Feels like something in me died
All of the bright colours that lived inside of me
Are now just tiny little pieces of what used to be
And it just feels like confetti
Confetti

Isn't it a crying shame
That nothing ever stays the same?
I can't fit into that wedding dress
Or be twenty-three again
But you're looking at me now
Like you don't know who I am

And it's tearing me up inside
All of the bright colours that lived inside of me
Are now just tiny little pieces of who I used to be
And it just feels like confetti
Confetti
Confetti