Counting the leaves of a tree, they're like memories
I opened my eyes to a life without drive
Staring at ceilings as blank as the feeling
Of purposeless life, I have lost all but sight
Of you and him
I see happiness and love and everything I want
I see everything I won't ever feel
I won't ever taste your lips, receive a reply
All I hear is the sound of goodbye
All I hear is the sound of
Counting the stems of a branch
They're like all of the things that I've tried, all that I let pass by
Staring at bottles of liquor like needs
To help myself lie to myself 'bout the sight
Of you and him
I see happiness and love and everything I want
I see everything I won't ever feel
I won't ever taste your lips, receive a reply
All I hear is the sound of goodbye
All I hear is the sound of
All I hear is the sound of
Your voice at night
It took every hour of sleep that I tried
To keep all that I felt toward you inside
But happiness and love and everything I wanted
Could never give back, could never return
A kiss, a reply
All she gave me was less than goodbye
All she gave me was less than goodbye
All she gave me was less than
All she gave me was less than
Goodbye