Our love is like a train;
It keeps going for a few hundred tons,
Then suddenly stops.
There is no more coal being consumed.
I have to be the engineer, getting more coal to keep us going.

Your love is pretty cruel. You are wonderful,
Then you are penurious. You stab my heart;
You put me back together with the best tape you have.

Deep down, you’re just hollow.
I want to yell and scream but in the end, I’m stuck on the train
Destined to the one seesaw on Cider Street,

Where you filled my heart, and drained it.