We're making it a habit to say those three words.
I don't think you do.
I'm not sure you ever have.
You lit the match and cried as Rome fell.

Identify yourself within the songs that you create-
writing and rewriting 'til they all sound the same.
The magic to your madness was lost along the way.
Tonight the sheep man will come.

I tried to recall what I used to feel
when your smile held diamonds that no one could steal.
Split by a memory, you no longer share his face.

I watched you disappear and burn to death.
We'll talk about the future but it won't be like before.
No promise of "forever";
That was never any more than the weakest song you've written.
The muses never come when you're smiling.

So fall into your sadness: that nothingness you seek.
It's binding you to pictures and to distant memories.
Romanticize the past but never wonder why
our film slipped off the reel.

Because nothing lasts forever: no, it won't be like before.
Your eyes are boarded up, your heart is like a door,
swinging open for the strangers to validate your pain.
I'd know because I was one.

Just as time takes everything lighter than steel
the sky will grow dark; the daylight surreal.
Twist that into song and fall in love with an idea.

I know that's the best you can do.

I know that's all you can do for me.

I watched you disappear and burn to death.