I love you, But I hate you. Which brings to mind How much I love you. We could've worked this out, ya know. In a little room, In a little, locked room
Dressed up from head to toe, to get by. It seems once again, I forgot what keeps me safe and dry. To the weepy windowpanes, that are dripping with dew
The rise and the fall Dialect and different skill Gripping my hand With every intention of breaking free The roar of the crowd halts to the simple Echo
I lost you long ago along the way I never thought I'd be here without you And every time I think about the way I think maybe I'm better off Maybe I'm
You know that I can't see the damaged marking now from the corner of my eyes when this is all stretched out to the wall and their lips are shooing out
You said you loved me More than anyone else could ever know But now you're leaving Can't wait to strive to work this out And I've never been one to brag