Giving myself up back then
seemed so much easier to swallow whole
But I think about the times I wouldn't reach out
to anyone but my single self detached imagination
oh, I think about the simple degenerations
but I would reach out to anyone but you
anyone who had an interest
but I don't blame myself for you
or anyone at all
because it wasn't meant to be
and nothing would change that
for you or me
for you or me, no.
nothing could change that either way
looking around, thinking about what's been going down
to your reflect-tations of simple desires
that were never fulfilled
and what do you want from this?
what do you want from this?
cause nothing ever seemed to matter to you,
nothing seemed to matter at all
but I think about all the times
that we spent alone
for a moment to end
even though there are only five minutes left
to really grasp
those changes that we have forsaken
for a better life
i left it then
so what do you want now?
cause I can't decide anymore for, anymore for you