Did we really love?
Or was it just a long war?
At the tangled memories, I smile and I cry
More than any of the good memories with anyone else
I miss the times I spent with you
I want you so I’m stewing in sickness

If love is measured
by how much one was in pain
Then you were a love that I won’t ever have again
Even if it’s in this way, even if it became a scar
Thank you for settling inside of me