Smashing dishes, slamming doors
It's so hard to feel rapport
Scraping shrapnel off the floor
Through the fog of civil war
You start to wonder if you can take it anymore
And then the hail of bullets fly
You can hear the stifled battle cries
Echo past the floors beneath
To the quiet of the street
It's just some girl yelling at some guy
But I don't know if I'd make it through
If I had to say goodbye to you
I guess would have to say
That if you had to go away, well
I'd just find somebody new
I'd just find somebody new
If I had to say goodbye to you
I think I would have to say
That if you had to go away, well
I'd just find somebody new