| Song | The Glass |
| Artist | The Story So Far |
| Album | Songs Of |
| Lead you so far down | |
| I could tell you’d never been | |
| Told me that time’s near | |
| And how it will change everything | |
| I’m not so open like the window you are | |
| The glass just reflects the scar | |
| Told me that you had to leave | |
| But how the fuck does that change anything? | |
| Your glare is the faintest | |
| No brightness to show | |
| I made the best of what I thought was impossible | |
| You were the spade I used to dig this hole | |
| Blistered my skin to the bone | |
| Swear all the pain’s done | |
| No trace or tremor here | |
| Or am I still numb? Have I been this whole year? | |
| So let me bite down, feel the clench in my teeth | |
| Till I come around then relapse and repeat | |
| Then relapse and repeat | |
| Your glare is the faintest | |
| No brightness to show | |
| I made the best of what I thought was impossible | |
| You were the spade I used to dig this hole | |
| Blistered my skin to the bone | |
| Now you’re gone | |
| Now you’re gone | |
| Now you’re gone | |
| Now you’re gone | |
| Now you’re... |
| Lead you so far down | |
| I could tell you' d never been | |
| Told me that time' s near | |
| And how it will change everything | |
| I' m not so open like the window you are | |
| The glass just reflects the scar | |
| Told me that you had to leave | |
| But how the fuck does that change anything? | |
| Your glare is the faintest | |
| No brightness to show | |
| I made the best of what I thought was impossible | |
| You were the spade I used to dig this hole | |
| Blistered my skin to the bone | |
| Swear all the pain' s done | |
| No trace or tremor here | |
| Or am I still numb? Have I been this whole year? | |
| So let me bite down, feel the clench in my teeth | |
| Till I come around then relapse and repeat | |
| Then relapse and repeat | |
| Your glare is the faintest | |
| No brightness to show | |
| I made the best of what I thought was impossible | |
| You were the spade I used to dig this hole | |
| Blistered my skin to the bone | |
| Now you' re gone | |
| Now you' re gone | |
| Now you' re gone | |
| Now you' re gone | |
| Now you' re... |