How am I supposed to believe anything
When every compliment ends with "I guess"
I say I love you like a reflex
I scream it at you and in the end
I just have a burning throat and a dry tongue
All you do is whisper
Your mind is fogged and elsewhere
Your hands may wrap around mine
But they are ice cubes frozen in into mine
And I have to blow on them to keep them warm
What am I supposed to do
When I've ran my body out
Trying to get through to you
Trying to make you alive again
The death inside you shows through your pout
this one isn't very good but i can't put what i mean into words