October 3rd
Three weeks before my birthday
Nothing has been the same ever since
If I could go back
Said I’d never meet you again
You said it hurts the worst way it can
But you know I mean every word of it
Cause every night I think about leaving you
About a hundred times
‘Til I just go to bed
Cause I know myself damn too well
Even all my friends, they know
You’re the architect of my soul
You’re the architect of my soul
You’re the architect of my soul
You’re the architect of my soul
You’re the architect
You’re the architect of my soul