I’m lost in fault again. I knew all along what I’d done, but what could I do? You’ll feel so cheated on, like you just can’t pardon the wrong or carry the weight around, always let down. You’re grasping at straws always hoping, but don’t hold your breath. We don’t connect. I tried to find love, it just doesn’t exist. So I’ll just keep wandering around and we can stay separate some more, whatever you say. Because now you’re just not enough, but soon this will be too much. And you’ll keep wishing there’s joy left to find you, but I’m so dismissive. I hope you find what you need. Oh, you know, you swear you know me. Calculated, same old story. Standing in the hallway scowling back at me, no way of knowing what it is you’re sorely lacking. Short goodbye, feigning attraction. And I want to be a good man, but maybe you can’t see that. And now in my wandering, you’re feeling it more, like you’d pass through the ceiling if I walked out the door. You look back in anger in the hall where you stand, but you need me to feel it, and I don’t think I can.