Besedila: Josh Cameron. Torch. Arrow.

I find it hard to believe
we grew up this fast
unable to make it last
never forced to release
but choosing the past
rather slit my wrist and take a bath
cant even look at myself
i feel like a ghost
we hurt the ones we love the most
amidst the final farewell
she offered a toast
i knew at once my glass was dosed

nothing left but a puncture wound
some would say that we jumped too soon
and i don't want to go on knowing
all the nights that i spent with you
nothing left but a puncture wound
this arrow carved you out
this arrow look at you now

i count the ways out
nothing will mend
this love is broken
so i live without
i try to extend
my hands to wash your dissidence
even when shes close to me
i feel like its wrong
giving up another day
not how its supposed to be
numb to respond
i know theres something in the way

Chorus

got an arrow
i'll shoot it
see you when you open your eyes
i say hello

i find it hard to believe
what we've become
brought into another world
this arrow stuck in me
pulled me away
caught under the richocet

Chorus

nothing left but a puncture wound