I don't mind the lack of color that rests around her features

But I loathe the love we had when love was something easier 

Lovely, are you lost in these carouseling thoughts?

Tired of never knowing where to stand?

You're always casting to the floor everything that you adore and turning west again 

I do my best to ignore the shadows we've cast across the town 

Oh 

They're gone now 

When I arrive to a mind made up, you'll come around maybe this time.

I won't care to find out