| Lovers turn into monsters at the loss of all affection
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| Almost like it was the affection that kept them from being monsters
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| And I could have used some warning
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| I was on that porch all morning
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| Smoking cigarettes and sinking deeper into doubt
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| Could it be I am mistaken, have I stolen somebody’s baby?
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| Is it possible for two people to need the same thing?
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| It’s just the lines, they get so blurry
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| Between what is once, and now required
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| And I don’t know on which side his heart falls
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| But I know where mine is buried
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| And it’s so far from any wanting
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| Yeah, it needs this to keep beating
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| It won’t go on without it If I’m still weighed down with subtleties
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| Then I’ll just come right out and say
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| That I think that I deserve her
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| More than anyone deserves anything
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| Maybe I am selfish, but there is no way to share this
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| There’s not enough to go around, I don’t care who else gets hurt
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| But I’m still sick with empathy because I was stood in his place
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| I spent a year quietly dying while he let go and ignored her
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| And I’m sure that there are reasons for everything that happens
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| And absence leads to adoration, yeah it’s nobody’s fault
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| But now there is no way to change this
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| So I just photographed and framed it And it’s hanging in a hallway
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| That we have no right to walk back down
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| But I hope that he feels better but I’m sick of all the drama
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| I can’t stand to see her crying, I just want this shit to end
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| And I want a place to hang out where record players play out
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| And there’s a thousand movies rented for a thousand nights with her |