Sad songs in my head.

Relying on my best memories
To breathe for me,
So much better than all of this,
I'm tired of singing all the sad songs in my head
But I can't find enough of anything to drown out what you said
And sometimes I find I catch my self letting you back in
And I'm so tired of singing all these sad songs in my head
'Cause I can still smell summer on your skin,
And I can still remember giving in
I feel so faded, so far gone
Nothing surprises me anymore
Not much better now, now
I'm tired of singing all the sad songs in my head
I can almost believe that I'm almost enough
Spent all of my life empty of anthems
Bracing for something that never did come
It's not enough to stay surrounded
It's not enough to stay awake,
Torn, and braced, cornered
And not feel alive.