Your scent still lingers in my room,
Etched in the air,
Over my head it looms.
My body still tingles
At the memory of your touch
Yet im starting to forget
The face I used to adore so much.
The corner of my bed
where you once sat
Is confined, bound in crime scene tape
in my mind.
The kiss we shared when
The day whispered its final breath
Still haunts my lips
Like a ghastly taste of death.
I loved you so much it’s hard to believe
That we haven’t talked for years since
That day in February
It’s all out of proportion,
It’s all out of proportion.
The cathedral I built in your name
Is crumbling under the weight of my shame
A shrine of passion
Turned into a grave.
I loved you once and I’d love you again
Even if we meet the same bitter end.
It’s all out of proportion,
It’s all out of proportion.