You might be thinking why it is you
I would tell you my dear if I knew...
Our bodies...
Weave your words around me,
They feel so good pressed against my skin...
Soon as we're married
You started cutting corners...
I would like to take your serration
and run it over the tender part...
A door left open
Might only be an invite...
Once again returned to where I started
Alone in tears, battered and brokenhearted...
Floundering and lonely soul
Losing control...
If I disappear with the morning,
Will your bitterness follow my wake...
I ask of you to wipe my tears
with a last lecture you give me...
You see the pain that lies in her eyes
But her eyes are dry...
What am I fighting for
I don't really understand...