What it all comes back to
Is that one statement you made behind my back
Nearly a year ago
I wonder why I loved you then
And why I love you now
When it all comes back to that same fucking comment
Guess not, huh?
Was this the reason I saw you in my dreams last night?
My subconscious was full of you
All but bursting with your image
I wish I couldn’t dream
‘Cuz they’re harbingers of doom, aren’t they?
You sing to me
With false reassurances that everything’s going to be all right
But how I love to hear those sweet lies
Your lying lips