This is the song that the radio played
When you held me so tight and you asked me to stay
And I said "I can't fall in love today"
And you said "What've you got to lose"
This is the rush of beginning to care
And the sweet smell of Spring hanging low in the air
And the clothes that we left in a trail on the stairs
And I thought "What've I got to lose"

This is the whir of it crashing around me
This is the rattle of the empty gas tank
This is the flick of the flames that surround me
This is the sound that things make when they break

This is the warm Summer breeze on the night
That you promised me under those parking deck lights
You'd be here to turn all those things back upright
And I had nothing left to lose
This is the chill of a hard, sudden rain
That drowned out the sparks when those fireworks came
And the way that I felt when you whispered my name
And asked me what have I got to lose

And this is the whir of it crashing around me
This is the rattle of the empty gas tank
This is the flick of the flames that surround me
This is the sound that things make when they break

This is the splash of a ring in the gutter
And this is the sign that it won't be okay
It's a year's worth of lies that you never once stuttered
They just rolled off your tongue like you were saying my name
And this is the sound that things make
This is the sound that things make
This is the sound that things make when they break
Oh, this is the sound that things make when they break
And this is the sound that things make when they break
This is the sound that things make when they break

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