the chain.

The sky looks pissed.

The wind talks back.

The bones are shifting in my skin and you my love are gone.

My room seems wrong.

The bed won't fit.

I can not seem to operate and you my love are gone

So glide away on soapy heels and promise not to promise anymore and if you come around again then i will take, then i will take the chain from off the door

I'll never say, I'll never love

but I dont say a lot of things and you my love are gone