i can't draw you fancy pictures, or write a cool song

about the feelings that i have inside, and why they feel so strong

i can't buy you lots of cool stuff, or just sit around

and talk about the way things used to be, before i was around


and now I've got my future made, it's killing me, it's killing me

all those i love i push away, it's killing me, it's killing me

it's killing me


I can't give you everything you need, or everything you've lost

to fill the void that lives deep in your soul, I'd fill at any cost

all i can do is tell you that i love you, and hope that it's enough

to help show that i never meant to harm you, and all that kind of stuff


and now I've got my future made, it's killing me, it's killing me

all those i love i push away, it's killing me, it's killing me

it's killing me