Will you look at me like you still think I'm lovely
When I'm tearing the love from your hands?
And cutting between the lengths of your fingers
As delicately as I can?

Will the clocks stop when I stop saying your name
And your ghost gets out of my mirror?
Are you lonely with only me to blame?
Sad and boring, take my soul away
Am I abstract am I concrete?
Either way you don't want me
In any world where we could meet