Empty words take the place of what I'd say;
I'm at a point of complete silence.
Under Carolina skies, cloudy and gray,
As these thoughts turn inside my head.
I'm not broken-hearted, nor do tears fall;
Can't believe what I've done more or less.
What I thought was love wasn't love at all;
Thrill is nostalgic and sinful, I guess.
Yeah, I do and don't like mistakes;
Who would hate a good adventure?
The ugly beauty of escapades,
Especially, when it was her.
So now is the time to move on,
And go make better of ourselves.
We've conquered the things that were wrong,
Leaving behind our stories to tell.