If you see her, there's no need
to say a thing about me.
Any word that you say
disappears instantly...
in her blackhole heart.
Don't tell her about the music,
the garden, nor the park.
Don't tell her about our last farewell
whispered sweetly in the dark.
Don't tell her I love it when she wears
anything where gem and metal meet.
Don't tell her that I think her lips
are the perfect statement piece.
Don't tell her I spend my evenings
reading books in the living room alone.
Don't tell her I've been lain out on the couch
staring at a ceiling fan stoned.
Don't tell her she can reach me.
If she wanted to, she knows 100 ways.
I'm probably a secret from her lover.
People got a lot of those these days.
If you see her, there's no need
to say a thing about me.
Any word that you say
disappears instantly...
in her blackhole heart.