By April I noticed a lack of attention,
attention,
the tensions arising between us.
Once I believed in the stories that we are destined to carry,
the burden it's hurting.
But we both knew that you would run,
while I was reaching for the gun.
You left me with no choice but to put it down,
down,
down,
down.
By
August I noticed the lack of affection,
attention,
the rumors are crawling through
my fingers.
Lovers I'm told have to live by a code.
Oh what nonsense,
this story is getting
too boring.
If you don't mind I'd like to leave.
Just promise me you'll never breathe again.
This poison there will only
bring you down, down, down, down.
