And on the day that things fell through
I sat on a bench and thought of you
It was cold and crisp, but the sky was clear
and through the breeze, I could almost hear
you say, "you know, it really hurts
when you tell me you love me, but it doesn't work.
Its not enough to get us through
but all I do is think of you."

And it was really great, those early weeks
when we'd sleep together, cheek to cheek
I'd pull you in, and our arms would tangle
our bodies contorted into twisted angles.
Its funny how quickly love can go
and melt down as quick as snow.
The evidence that it ever was
is as traceable as our flaws.

Oh, those early months, when it was easy
when, without you, I'd get queasy.
Its funny how quickly love can die
cremated and airborne into the sky.
But we move forward, we always do
its not easy, but we have to.
We pick up the pieces of broken love
and take what we wish to get a hold of.

So I sit some places, and often think
if I could have done things differently?
I lay my head back, and I can hear you say,
"You've made me want to wither away."