Here's a song, hopefully it talks where my words just walk away like idiots. im the idiot but..

"

mars volta - vicarious atonement
Don't you pretend
That I'm not alive
My bones never ache
Unless she's nearby
Where is your face?
In a safe of dead tongues
I can see your reflection
In your totem first born
I suspect
You've been carry a pack of wolves
I regret
Not killing you while i had the chance

Maybe i will always haunt you
Mark the somnolence with truth
Better hang your dead palace
Than have a living home to lose
In the river Ganges, God damns my name

Don't let these hands
Sharpen your eyes
A rasp of tails"

makes sense. its easy to talk about love and then let it go but embodying it, is the worlds problem. not my problem, cuz im fixin dat. amiright? hahaha