It was because when they left, the secrets I told them didn't stay planted in the bed of our conversations. They pulled them out to take them along and I had to watch them shake the dirt from the roots we had grown
It was because their rough hands burned my skin like acid and their words put holes in me like cigarettes though fabric and I had to bend down to clean up the ashes but it just stained the carpet
It was because they broke heart into a millions of pieces and I was forced to put it back together without any adhesive and when I had nothing and begged for a reason all was quiet from the sky
It was because the sorry's were meaningless and the I love you's accidental
Because who knew love was so detrimental
Because if this was you I think I'd finally go mental
Now do you understand?