you have a kind heart, just broken i'm sure
i'm not really sure when it broke
and i think we might have spoken about this
at least that's the last time we spoke

i don't know what kind of need, or greed
that made you forget what you did
don't know what kind of misdeed, but indeed
the expiry was stamped on the lid

well look at me now, over here in the dark
i'm blind, and all i can hear
is how sometime we managed to talk about this
but since then it's turned to the fear

i have all the excuses in the world
and i'd love to share them with you, every one
my sensitive complexity already unfurled
we could've figured this out, together

and i guess we still can, but i'm over here
and you're not