it's all because of his kiss
that feeling he knows I can't fake
as though I would melt through the floor
without his arms holding me to him

and then the next day...

I listen to the phone ring
and that familiar recording saying how
he's never there
and then the crushing pain of doubt suffocates me

but later in the night...

there's his ringtone
and his excuses
the fight dripping with my tears
but in the end, I knew how my day would go

yes, I forgive him another time
I wonder if he'll really change
he wonders if I'll ever trust him
this whirlpool pulls me back to yesterday

and his kiss

that makes it impossible to let go
while the pain makes it inevitable