This is why, this is why-

Bring me back to that place where phantom scars are only phantom scars. Bring me back to that place where you are only the same as I and-

This is why, this is why I don’t love you.

There’s no easy way to put it. I am at a loss. Lost. Broken for we are broken and missing.

Bring back the crystal roses from the tomb and I will break them (break them) one by one.

I will break them (you) piece by piece.

Tear them (you) apart.

Love them (you) to death.

Because you have no idea what’s coming back for you this time.

Transparency has never been so hard to see through.