You told me I was yours forever.
How trite the words sound now, they didnt sound that way
when you said them. They sounded like I could be happy.
Summer makes you think a lot about these things
the hot and dry, the sweat and tear tracks
and how you said you wouldnt leave me
couldnt even try, and now you say it would never work.
Was it born to die, our love? Or mine, I guess
now you have decided you have had enough?
I'm fine I've bled enough for this to know there's more blood left.
You told me you couldnt imagine times
without me,
but those same lips that said those words
now say its not the same and we cant go on this way.
Or any way.
Or at all.
And even though we try again, go back,
erase the stains, therapy--
You say you want to see where it goes
even if it's a black hole, and this is it, the last time.
An hour ago I was full of hope, but
I cant get the thought from my head of your voice
in those hushed whispers that tell me
you dont love me it will never be the same
it will never be the same