i remembered waiting...

So this is odd..
painful realization,
that all has gone wrong,
and nobody cares at all,
nobody cares at all.

So you bury all your lover's clothes
and burnt the letters lover wrote
but it doesn't make it any better
it doesn't make it any better
and the plaster dented from your fist
in the hall where you had your first kiss
reminds you that the memories will fade

so this is strange..
Our sidestepping has come to be.. a brilliant dance
where nobody leads at all
where nobody leads at all

and the picture frames are facing down
and the ringing from this empty sound is deafening and keeping you from sleep
and breathing is a foreign task
and thinking's just too much to ask
and you're measuring your minutes by a clock that's blinking eights

well this is incredible
starving, insatiable
yes, this is love for the first time.
well you'd like to think that you were invincible
yeah well weren't we all once before we felt loss for the first time?


well this is the last time
this is the last time..
this is the last time.