Lovers turn into monsters at the loss of all affection

Almost like it was the affection that kept them from being monsters

And I could have used some warning

I was on that porch all morning

Smoking cigarettes and sinking deeper into doubt

Could it be I am mistaken, have I stolen somebodys baby?

Is it possible for two people to need the same thing?

It's just the lines, they get so blurry

Between what is once, and now required

And I don't know on which side his heart falls

But I know where mine is buried

And it's so far from any wanting

Yeah, it needs this to keep beating

It won't go on without it

If I'm still weighed down with subtleties

Then I'll just come right out and say

That I think that I deserve her

More than anyone deserves anything

Maybe I am selfish, but there is no way to share this

Theres not enough to go around, I dont care who else gets hurt

But Im still sick with empathy because I was stood in his place

I spent a year quietly dying while he let go and ignored her

And Im sure that there are reasons for everything that happens

And absence leads to adoration, yeah its nobodys fault

But now there is no way to change this

So I just photographed and framed it

And its hanging in a hallway

That we have no right to walk back down

But I hope that he feels better but Im sick of all the drama

I cant stand to see her crying, I just want this shit to end

And I want a place to hang out where record players play out

And theres a thousand movies rented for a thousand nights with her