My time was on your time if you were on your own time.
Your sleep stole my mind.
A fear in circles through waiting around.
But now, it`s over.
And we aren`t always ourselves.
And even after it hurts worse we still make the same mistakes.
Burnt out on being burned and a broken heart always...
Just another empty night with nothing more to kill than time.
I fall in love too easily.
I reorganize myself into cliches to miss you.
With written one-sided scripts of us talking
to work out perfect in the end.
A divorce invented through window shops
and dressed up girls playing games on circuit cables.
The loneliest cold year of sitting with myself
and seeing you everywhere when you are gone.