So tell me how is the queen, and whatever did you mean, when you said you’d come back someday? And I watch a spider tangle up it’s web, right up inside my head, or in this run down apartment complex I call my home.
And how about some better times? And how about the deconstructive lies, you made me tell myself? Did you even care at all?
Well if it snows will you call this love, but if its rain will you call me at all? Where could we be in four years, or could we be strangers in one? And when all the street lights dim out, what will this all be about? The sun can only set so many times the way you want it to.