What goes on.
Your hands are at my feet, trying to compete...

You told me you wouldn't underestimate, but that...
I wanted you to take every word I said and twist...

You left me at the station
You left me with a cool sensation...

No going back now,
The wall of dreadful deeds...

Wish you were here
Now there's only suffocating...

Can't you see
Love is just potential hate...

You have a dangerous face and an illegal taste,
And that strap is fallen on that shoulder blade...

Somehow everything got reversed and I'm needing...
And this absence can only lead to one conclusion...

Your words seem to stretch out forever
And knowing you, they probably do...

I draw breath and come for air,
Until I bury myself back under...