You would think I have no idea of when we last talked,

And all the places that we had been mean nothing in my thoughts.

What kind of idiot would think about you twice?

What type of fool would come out of a retreat back to ice.

The jokes we shared are now damaged goods,

Like trash with reduced isle labels.

With special meaning eradicated and my respect for you disabled.

 

Love at first sight was my deepest secret,

Because who want’s to believe that’s true?

The fear of waking and in a glance revaluating everything you knew.

Maybe he knew what happened, He saw it in my eyes

Then took my heart and murdered it

With sweet impossible lies.