if I entertain it,
I’m probably not sober
No need to take me seriously,
the softer side…
is over
Forget love…
it’s dead…love
When you come over,
don’t expect love
6 feet underground…
it’s dead…love
Numbness coats my heart…
warm touches,
won’t reach my soul
Put on your extra layers,
when we chill…
you’ll feel the cold
Forget love…
it’s dead…love
When you see me,
don’t expect love
No resurrection…
it’s dead…love
Go ahead and try your best…
attempt to begin it
I’m always two steps ahead,
masterminding a plan,
to end it
Forget love…
it’s dead…love
When you’re around,
don’t expect love
Shovel in my hand…
it’s dead…love