I hope you're alone now
and feel the weight of loss beneath your eyes
Why did you have to turn into an executioner
and put our lives on the tip of the knife
Like a spyglass I see into you
and your tar pit glazed gold
You weren't what you should have been

When you painted galaxies on him
you didn't realize the gravity
When you nearly let me convulse from the heat inside
you didn't realize the pressure
I hope you're alone now
to feel the absence of what you could have had