I guess I'm at a loss, a loss for words
because my inspiration suddenly went on a permanent vacation
to a better place, wrapped up in a hammock on a Sunday.
I've never seen so many papers lying on the floor,
They've got a line or two, but empty lines fill the more.
of these spaces I'm not used to,
I left the filling up to you.
(Pre-chorus)
But you took my heart, threw it on the floor.
Left my guitar, but took my chords
and I bet your waiting on me to say.
(Chorus)
You're gonna have to live with a few less words 
than what I wrote before, because 
my pen stopped writing about you 
when you chose to slam my door.
A few less words is what I have to say
so when you turn your radio on
there's one less song playing about you today.
I guess I'm stuck right here, between a number one and thinking that 
you'll shed a tear, but emptiness is now my forte so I don't care
where you are or what you're doing on a Sunday (Sunday).
You know I drew a line in the sand, your feet stood their ground,
they never crossed. It broke my heart in the process but I learned from 
loss. I didn't know I needed that more than anything.
(Pre-chorus)
So now its my turn to take your heart,
throw it on the floor,
leave your guitar, but take your chords.
and your never gonna wanna hear me say.
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
I crumble the papers that I wrote,
I'll say see you later at the most.
'Cause my pen & paper can't be holding onto you.
You'll just have to get used to.
(Chorus)