How ironic it all seems because I remember you telling me
about other lovers running out of words to say to each other
and how beautiful you thought it was and I agreed that
would never happen to you and me
so here we sit in silence, searching our heads for common ground
we´ve rehashed the past and beaten it down
left us with nothing, no present, no future
I still read your letter and all that evil makes me sick
But this is regimented pain and it gives me the illusion
that I have lived
I was the one that pushed you off the pedestal I put you on
And with my arms still outstretched I watched you fall
And break apart like glass on the highway
I realized my mistake a bit too late
Because I´d never risk picking up the pieces,
Jesus look at them all
I´d never risk picking up all those goddamn pieces
because I lose control at the sight of my own blood
I still read your letter, and all that bullshit makes me sick
But this is regimented pain and it gives me the illusion
that I have lived