How can someone who wants to be loved
hate it when they’re loved at all?
Does guilt really feel that bad?
Every time I take a breath, honey
I feel the weight fall back on me
Somebody tell me it’s not so bad

Collected thoughts drown in sleep
I had forgotten what you mean to me
I forgot a lot of things

What happens to the  girl, what happens to the boy?
I see their eyelids moving
What happens to the  boy, will he be destroyed?
Is this what I’m losing?
But I feel, feel
But I feel something, oh it’s better than nothing