Well, I'll sit here to convince myself its true. If you keep on telling your friends that we're through. . I've got nothing here but loneliness. Holes in walls and bleeding fists.
There's no mystery, no more there's no talking to you. You had other things in store, guess I felt I was through. I answered every question as accurately as I could.
Not sure how this is supposed to feel. Cutting like a red hot knife of surgical steel. . Brought fresh from the autoclave. She came, she came with sterile warnings.