A split in the chest and it became somehow, you know...
Not quite comfortable, it's hard to breathe.
And no matter how you look at it from every angle.
Loving me is like banging my head
Loving you is like chewing tar.
Maybe the swing will slow down and you'll hear,
In my words, don't say goodbye, but come back.
No matter what you do or say, there's nothing you can do to make people understand you.
I know you're as upset as a dusty guitar in the corner of the room.
“What have you become?”
“I am what you made me.”