When the butterflies have all flown away
And your
Hearts
At
Bay
The scent that drove you wild
Has grown
Muffled
And
Mild
When the intimacy never comes around
Things are
Flying
South
Bound
The days turn to weeks since you've spoken
Its obvious
Things
Are
Broken
When complements become rare
The bond
Becomes
Bare
When strangers care more about you
It's time
To
Say
Goodbye
Boo