I got ways to make you talk
when I don’t even want to know
you know how to make me feel
like rolling over slow
and looking at us it may seem
like all of our intentions could easily meet
when it comes down, it’s like a curse
and it gets worse
till even going to bed has to be justified
all kindness has been out aside
there’s no redeeming qualities for you & I
as we have bloomed & died
taking any sense there was,
leaving it behind
this is just a painful way,
way of wasting time
and looking at us it may seem
that I’m just impossible and you are such a queen
I get absent like a cloud
So you get loud
Look at how the shit it has intensified
You are wrong, so I have lied
There’s no attempt of reconcile
As we have bloomed & died
