How am I supposed to believe anything
When every compliment ends with "I guess"
I say I love you like a reflex
I scream it at you and in the end
I just have a burning throat and a dry tongue

All you do is whisper
Your mind is fogged and elsewhere
Your hands may wrap around mine
But they are ice cubes frozen in into mine
And I have to blow on them to keep them warm

What am I supposed to do
When I've ran my body out
Trying to get through to you
Trying to make you alive again
The death inside you shows through your pout