In theory, how long does one
wait until one believes it?
If you're really not coming back,
how do we leave it?
Do I keep the place or would
it seem too sad?
Do I think about feelings you once had?
Try to pack up your things,
but I press my face into your swallows
You ain't never coming back
You ain't never coming back
You ain't never coming back
I'll never tell him, does it take,
till one stops crying
I used to fake it in love all the day,
but I've quit trying
Do I wear the ring or what
the fuck with my head?
Do I sleep on my side or in
the middle of the bed?
Can't stop wearing my dress, get it soaking wet,
I get it filthy
So will you rise again,
or does it plummet into the abyss?
Is the mountainous earth falling,
or a shivering lustful kiss?
And I used up good,
could someone make me new?
Will I always feel this awful love for you?
Maybe I'll paint the walls
I'll make some calls
and get out tonight
You're really not coming back
You're really not coming back
You're really not coming back
You