I hate your ways,
your love felt like a chain.
Draped over me.
Heavy and self-consuming. . .

Love doesn't feel heavy.
Its got to float. . .
Not sink to the bottom. . .
First chance it gets.

I felt so shunned. . .
Felt so lonely.
Didn't know what to do,
so heavy. . .

And you love felt like iron chains,
would you sink to the bottom with me?
Your love felt so heavy,
Would you sink to the bottom with me?