This morning I woke up alone. Felt like a stranger in my own bed. I turned on the bedside light. It's darker outside, than it is in my heart. My head is filling with regrets, Hastily made choices and voices of friends. Who turn up, offer their advice. Say, "Yeah, she was nice, but she's not" Not what? "Not the one".
Not the one, not the.
I can't begin to explain just where the love goes. It makes me give up. Oh it makes me give up. I'm not a trier.
Yesterday I forgot to eat, trying to keep myself occupied. I took stock of the memories that I'd like to keep. In a photograph, that blisters in the heat of the fire. On the mantelpiece of a house going up in flames. Yeah we're stuck inside. You won't leave 'til I've explained why you're
Not the one.
Look for excuses, to ask if we can be friends. I confess I'm useless. You're not the one. You're not the one..