I found a little box full of stories
A bunch of documents so fake
There's every part of our story
And I don't know if I tear it up or throw it out
And what do I do now?
I did the crazy thing of tearing up our photos
And one by one I'll have to stick them back
But it was in the heat of rage
Right then, right in the heat of rage
In that second I thought I even hated you
But I took a deep breath and saw I loved you
But it was in the heat of rage
Right then, right in the heat of rage
There's every part of our story
And I don't know if I tear it up or throw it out
And what do I do now?
I did the crazy thing of tearing up our photos
And one by one I'll have to stick them back
But it was in the heat of rage
Right then, right in the heat of rage
In that second I thought I even hated you
But I took a deep breath and saw I loved you
But it was in the heat of rage
Right then, right in the heat of rage
But it was in the heat of rage
Right then, right in the heat of rage
In that second I thought I even hated you
But I took a deep breath and saw I loved you
But it was in the heat of rage
Right then, right in the heat of rage