there you go when i'm not done...

are you really going to give up already???

this is the only lonely picture
waiting on my floor, littering my shore
this is the last true burning letter
given to a girl, written by a boy
living in a world created to destroy

but if i built you a city
would you let me?
would you tear it down?

but there you go for the last time
i finally know now what i should have known then
and i could still be ruthless if you let me
but there you go when i'm not done
you're waving goodbye well at least you're having fun
the rising tide will not let you forget me...
forget me

this is your ghost that kneels before me
razors on her tongue, a body full of oxygen
it won't be the last time you'll ignore me
thinning of my skin, without the strength to go
winter's setting in, to cover you in snow

but if i built you a city,
would you let me?
would you tear it down?

but there you go for the last time
i finally know what i should have known then
and i could still be ruthless if you let me
but there you go when i'm not done
you're waving goodbye
well at least you're having fun
the rising tide will not let you forget me
forget me
forget me
forget me, yeah

and i'll raise towers and climb them
rivers and walk them
oceans to drown in
you won't make a sound in...

but there you go for the last time
i finally know what i should have known then
and i could still be ruthless if you let me
but there you go when i'm not done
you're waving goodbye well at least you're having fun
the rising tide will not let you forget me
forget me...