Song Lyrics
There are things we share, all my favorite things
i miss the days you didn t dump on everyone
You ll always be much better at saying goodbye, so don t tell me distance gets easier with time
Packed in boxes, post-marked until my wit comes home
Packed in boxes, there are things we share Day, packed in boxes
you can t kill the pain
You re a bastard that left no goodbye, and i was ashamed of the liar
You ll always be much better at saying goodbye, i set every trace of you on fire, so don t tell me distance gets easier with time
post-marked until my wit comes home
All my favorite things, post-marked until my wit comes home
And i was ashamed of the liar, you will always be much better at saying goodbye Day, you can t kill the pain
You can t kill the pain, you will always be much better at saying goodbye
you can t kill the pain
You can t kill the pain, so don t tell me distance gets easier with time
Packed in boxes, so don t tell me distance gets easier with time, you will always be much better at saying goodbye
left by the side of the road
You ll always be much better at saying goodbye, you can t kill the pain Gnarwolves, you ll always be much better at saying goodbye
You can t kill the pain, and i was ashamed of the liar
you will always be much better at saying goodbye
You can t kill the pain, packed in boxes
if you re going to fall i won t yank the carpet out
left by the side of the road