long months February, Valentines Day Did my best to avoid the red cliches So you dumped me on the subway On my way to work at 9 in the morning Everybody else
what trails across the CD case And it will all soon come to an end But if you don't pick up the phone, you will regret it I've said it before, but this
what you started with It was nothing at all Back in Queens, Where the stifling heat overpowers the air conditioning You can keep on crawling away But
fajita We could be anything you want The way you're busting out of that wife-beater And I know it's a bit uncomfortable here in this 2-door seater But
your passionless lips From your side of things it's not quite over with I don't think that you warrant anything else but the truth Sorry, this time I
started as a crush became an obsession It was the classic path You've taken the weekend home, you're believing That things are somehow getting done But
Days bunch up in weeks, collaborate months against me. The sheets are stained with evidence that our remains are now, drifting away. I share with
The window fogs from my breath My face pressed up close, up close against Catching the snowfall under a beam of streetlight And praying for accumulation
With the color in your eyes ablaze Sleeping but awake Desperately, you're searching for remains To feed that part of you Crawling and scratching Sifting
for an end And at the end of your low you pin my shoulders against the mattress Arching your frame with your stomach pushed outward Your head titling
forget Tell me again that part how you didn't feel a thing That part how you never actually really ever did And lift yourself from my grip But don't
passionless lips From your side of things it's not quite over with I don't think that you warrant anything else but the truth Sorry, this time I've out