I thought love was a language
I’d forgotten how to speak...

Three-Hundred-Sixty-Five, you are on my mind
With each rotation, it hits harder every time...

Solitude has never been more uproarious
A constant chaos of this and that… never-ending...

I thought I’d only do it once.
The vows, the choosing, the long stretch of life...

She said she’s got a bone to pick with me
I don’t even know what that means...

I kept waiting for you to change,
to see the cracks and mend them...

How irrelevant
Space and time have proven to be...

you ask why I won’t see you.
why I won’t meet up...

Rest assured, I’m full of doubt
A heap of timeless love...

A tightening in my chest, words cannot express
The pounding in my head, the voices never rest...

Back to ruin me
You lit the match, watched me burn...

People want purity but does that still exist?
One way or another we’ve all been tainted...