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