Lately the tension's rising; this love is not ok. Girl, honestly, I think we're both to blame. What if I let you write this, what if you had your way. I bet you'd sell me out, I'd hear you say:

He isn't trustworthy. He thinks he's always right. He points out everything that I do wrong. He doesn't know how to apologize. And I saw the night fall on you limb by limb.


If I'm to understand you, if I am to relate, I'll listen to you and commiserate. These are the questions' answers, this is my life on tape: My thoughts get magnified through time and space.

I know this anger will turn into deep regret. I tell me over and over but I don't seem to be able to stop this time.