Cry into My Hands

[?] The problems

Of the memory of forgetting

All the times we had in my head

Laid upon your lap

Your head’s speaking words I wish I forget

If I had a million dollars

I would roam the world for hours

Looking for the words to say

The ones I should’ve said that day

[?] the issues

They ever out of tissues

I can cry into my hands

Or I can start another band

I don’t know

And don’t ask me y I’m sad

Because I would just feel bad

Because the saddest guy [?]

And I don’t want to be that