Pay attention my love cause its over
At the tip of my tongue is the price you weren’t willing to pay
Still this is something akin to a breakdown
And your impression of a woman supposed to be easy to see
That there’d be torn up photos and lonely nights
Cursing crying and drawn out fights
Make up sex and a brand new start
Broken promises for broken hearts
When you look back now was it special?
Or was it nothing but anecdote that you can tell now and then
I delude myself it was worth it
Even though from the beginning I could see exactly how it would end
I just wanna wish you away
I wana kiss you away
I just wanna wish you away like everybody else…I hate them all, all are the same
like Dexter says: “I’m an empty person” and the cure is pretend…
