It was the pre-weeks of winter
Our connection was growing thinner
Leaves fell, and I began to shiver
Then, I knew my heart would need a blister.

Our time went by like a breeze
I assumed we had a tight lease
And I was mad at you for being a tease
Weren't we supposed to go for drinks?

Some doors are best left closed, I guess
But that notion keeps my anxiety worse
Like playing a grandmaster in chess
Oh, emotions and you pretty ugly mess.

Love's gone, and regret pays the rent
Talk about an ending that's nonchalant.