It was all summer and spring once upon a time,
All of me was yours, and all of you was mine
I was aware of your winters as well,
And you were well versed of my hells
But I never knew our inferno would be this kind of gray
The kind where you doubt, whether to leave or to stay.
And we both know this isn't what we called home.
We're stuck in misery,
Running dry in our twilight zone