you curse me with silence
and tell me i've changed.
tell me that nothing between us is the same.
how quickly your love can possess another.
you've decided now,
to hold my brother,
and whisper sweet words to him as he sleeps.
you turned your back on things we shared.
don't complain to me.
don't tell me that you're scared.
don't tell me to stop...
the things i do,
to forget that you,
are nearly kissing just upstairs,
are my decision,
so i'll make an incision,
or do anything,
to make me feel warm.
you come to me in morning,
to try and reconcile,
you don't see why i'm down,
try thinking for a while.
how soon it is you lose conviction,
and try to find a better diction,
to help explain all you feel inside.
but trust me i don't want to hear it.
i don't want to be near it.
i don't want to be near you...
the things i do,
to forget that you,
are nearly loving just upstairs,
are my decision,
so i'll make an incision,
or do anything,
to make me feel warm.
you can give back my kisses and our moments,
you can discard visions of healing.
you can throw away any chance of atonement,
but don't you dare take away this feeling...
the things i do,
to forget that you,
are nearly fucking just upstairs,
are my decision,
so i'll make and incision,
or do anything,
to make me feel warm.