The number to the house is on the door
But everytime you open it as if you are not sure
if you even live here anymore
anymore
I know what you're about to say
I know that look there on your face
But I'm tired of reading your mind this way
so why don't you say it
your tearing me up inside
your tearing me up inside
It feels like something in me died
feels like something in me died
All of the bright colors that live inside of me
are now just tiny little pieces of what used to be
and it just feels like confetti
well, I remember on our wedding day
thinking how those flowers would all just fade away
and it seemed like such a waste
of beauty
your tearing me up inside
your tearing me up inside
It feels like something in me died
feels like something in me died
All of the bright colors that live inside of me
are now just tiny little pieces of what used to be
and it just feels like ...confetti
...confetti
Isn't it a crying shame
that nothing ever stays the same
I can't fit into that wedding dress or be 23 again
but you're looking at me now like you don't know who I am
and it's tearing me up inside
All of the bright colors that lived inside of me
are now just tiny little pieces of who I used to be
and it just feels like ...confetti
...confetti
...confetti
