JAMES MORRISON

I watch your spirit break 
As it shatters into a million pieces 
Just like glass I see right through you 
And your parade of excuses 
Feels like groundhog day 
You say the same things over and over 
There's that look in your eye 
And I hear that crashing sound 
As it all falls down

I NEED TO FORGET YOU BUT SOME LITTLE PARTS OF ME, NEED TO SEE YOU FOR THE LAST TIME. I CAN'T EVEN EXPLAIN... NOW I'M SURE THAT THIS LAST TIME WILL BE THE BEGINING OF SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL.