This house is a ghost townNo life to be foundYet you could destroy meAnd i would still have you aroundIt’s hard to surrenderWhen i’m your defenderBut you changed the rules of engagement, remember?
Look at us nowTied and strung outToo young to be this oldYou broke me downNow i’m done waiting aroundFor the love i am owedOwed.
[…]
All this strange behaviour has ruined the flavourI’m leaving this time dearNothing left for me hereThere’s blood in the waterAnd memories of you i can’t clear
[…]
Where does it end?
Too far goneYou weren’t the one.
Look at us nowTied and strung outToo young to be this oldYou broke me downNow i’m done waiting aroundFor the love i am owedOwed.
– Elliot Greer
xxj
[those are not my words.
but late at night, I sing them.]
[I sing them after the lullaby, which says:
something in the orange tells me
you’re never coming home.]