How could I go from being your everything
To being nothing at all
How could you throw me away when I loved you
And that meant nothing at all
I gave you my everything and my everything
Meant nothing at all
So who am I to get upset
When you make no effort at all

I'm sick of being the one who always has to make the goddamn effort
I'm sick of pouring out my everything to get nothing back at all
When will I meet someone who will give me everything that I deserve
When will I stop singing with this acoustic nerve

Forty five weeks, there's nothing new
I'm still writing these songs about you
You're not in love with me and I still have my head
Wrapped around you
It would've been one whole year if you made the effort
Like the one I made with you
But that's okay because of you I wrote some songs
Like Starhaven Avenue

I'm sick of being the one who always has to make the goddamn effort
I'm sick of pouring out my everything to get nothing back at all
When will I meet someone who will give me everything that I deserve
When will I stop singing with this acoustic nerve

You never appreciated a single god damned thing I did for you
I did my best to make you stop feeling so fucking blue
Try and find someone else who will do the things I did for you
And I'll try and find someone who will appreciate me more than you

Happy what should have been
One year of happiness
One year of you and me
One year of pure bliss

One year of being in love
One year of soaring high above
One year I've written 45 songs
One year of video calls