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