What the fuck do I know? Flowers and candies can't say what I want them to. Fuck talking on the phone. The conversation starts to sink and simple things get confused. It's my fault. It's all my fault. Again, I'll bend into any shape you'll understand, any spot, just tell me where to stand. I'll understand. Again, I'll break into pieces in your arms. Just say the word. You're breaking my heart again. It was the times I spent for days in your bed. They were the only times that ever made sense. Those times are dead. It's been too long since the last time we talked. Every time I hear your name, it takes me back to the first time we touched and how my legs went numb. Every thing fell into place. I thought my heart stopped. The lights went off. Our clothes were gone. Yeah, the records fucking skipping. It had to be my favorite song. I choke up every time. But now we're choking on the remains of a lie. Just forget about me.