Out of Love

I don’t know where you came from

but you swam through my skull

and I’m out of love

I balanced up on a wire

and then the obvious transpired

and I fell right out of love

was it a second opinion?

an alibi slipped

between our goodbye

and our kiss on the lips

you don’t know what you’re missing

but it’s what you choose to miss

(mmm) and it feels like shit

I hate that I think this was worth it

I stood you up on a stage

and I marvelled all day

now that’s too much

and made you feel small

like the biggest fucking fool

an expert, out of touch

I guess cos you said that you loved me

my standards, they slipped

I set my brain free

and I strayed from the script

it must be too forward

if you’re telling me it is

I still think it’s cute that I said

we were perfect

cos I wake with your name

and it stays on my lips

I guess you could say

I’m the living tap-drip

I’m making my bed to

cocoon myself in it

but it don’t fit like our bodies did

I hate that I think this was worth it

cos I stage imaginary conversations in my head

in which I play the characters I carefully invent

who sound just like you and me when everything was great

somewhere between the first date and the honeymoon stage

and it never ends, it just slowly gets dark

you celebrate yourself by turning people into art

and none of it’s real, none of it stays

you record it on your phone and dare to send it her way

you can’t start again because the start hasn’t ended yet

what’s a month in context of spinning around the sun?

it’ll all get better, it’ll all get better

she was a minor, miraculous blip in the weather