so this is odd,
a painful realization
that all has gone wrong.
and
nobody cares at all,
and nobody cares at all.

So you buried all your lover's clothes.
and burned the letters lover wrote.
but it doesn't make it any better.
does it make it any better?
and the plaster dented from your fist,


in the hall where you had your first kiss.
reminds you that the memories will fade.



so this is strange,


our sidestepping has come to be
a brilliant dance,
where, nobody leads at all.
where nobody leads at all.

and the picture frames are facing down
and the ringing from this empty sound
is deafening
and keeping you from sleep.

and breathing is a foreign task
and thinking's just too much to ask
and you're measuring your minutes by a clock that's blinking eight.




this is incredible, starving insatiable.
yes, this is love for the first time.
well, you'd like to think you were invincible yeah? well weren't we all once.
before we felt loss for the first time.
well this is the last time.

this is the last time..
this is the last time...