Let me hear you say it,
that you no longer need me.
The words will slip through your lips,
just like I love you used to.
Tell me I am wasting my life away
waiting on an apology that will never
see the light of day.
Let Love Rule
It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.
Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar…