It seems that it wasn’t me that you, but you that taught me a lesson To sing, play, hum, or even write words for you would have been a better expression You always said that I shouldn’t get my hopes up, that you know not how to love me Your shoulder in that department has been cold I used to hear you and accept it, being with you being enough, but what happened next no one could have foretold
You called me one morning and said you loved me. You summoned my heart from the sand You said that I should really listen that it was like that that you loved me that once again your heart could be mine to hold in my hand. I wanted to be there when you fall But I’m now just another face on your wall
You say that you know it’s terrible but I should get over it and move on The move on I can, it’s the getting over that makes me the moron You’ve become the person you should’ve been with me It is that that I wished you’d see Now you’re less reachable than the sky This is me saying goodbye.