up, d
. . . o
. . . w
. . . n
. . . . . up, d
. . . . . . . . o
. . . . . . . . w
. . . . . . . . n
. . . . . . . . . . up, d
. . . . . . . . . . . . . o
. . . . . . . . . . . . . w
. . . . . . . . . . . . . n

it's never;
never, never, never;
stable with you-
you are a roller coaster
and i get the front row seat,
but i
want off, darling.
i'd love to be the bystander,
two feet on the ground,
watching you with tilted head,
and indifferent mind,
as you spin and turn out of control,
spiraling into the sky so dark-
before you crash
and
b u r n.
yes, baby,
i don't love you anymore.