Ask yourself who was there when everyone would rather see you break
and I bet you see my face.
If you don’t, you’re not paying attention.
When the world was fast asleep and we were the only ones awake
when we explored inner space
I guess it might have been the tension.
But it happened and you know it would again, so you keep me at distance
as if I’m only bound to be
and I’m something you can count on!
I close my eyes and count to ten, for years and in persistence!
You take so much from me
because I’m something you can walk on.
It doesn’t matter what I say and since I know I say nothing
as you return the favor
for as long as I give into it.
You are just my yesterday, but to me, that means something
You are the sweetest of all flavors
but you died and turned to shit.
To a ghost that I don’t recognize, a reminder of my faults
that I should let be
as if predestination.
But when I look into your eyes, that momentary waltz
from land to the sea
was it only masturbation?
because there is no you and me.
So ask yourself again before you wake up in the morning
and if you don’t see me,
then life is imitating art
It’s not about the when or the how. It’s not about a warning!
It’s just that you don’t love me
and you didn’t from the start.
But if you came up from the depths and I knew it all today
it wouldn’t change a god damn thing
because I’m still in love with you.
You can tear apart my everything as if that is the only way
I’d still be there and I’d be king
of the fucked-up things we do.
And I can’t break out of it, not like you.
