The trees remind me of, the armidale winter
Where we used to go for Christmas
When mum and dad were still together
Is this everything I've been, on the side of a driveway, I don't fit in
I can't stop second guessing, If I don't fit the puzzle am I really family?

Everybody leaves, skeletons like trees
My brittle bones would break if you tried hard enough to break me
Hollow in the wind, empty in this skin
I know I don't fit in, and I am scared that you'll replace me

It hurts to know I'm still a waste of space in someone's head
I'll laugh about it, till it hurts, I'm choking on regret
It's hard to be someone you're not, I can't be something I'm not
If I stay and be a part, will I be missed when I am not?

But I don't want to have to leave, cause I need some room to breathe
If you could tell me now, that things would be okay then I'll go straight back to sleep
One day you'll cut all your dead flowers
I'll wither now, before I get older