Even after a decade has past Looking at my emptiness has amassed b/c it was wrong of me to think that you could lift me up when I sink Seeing you so comfortable and nonchalant When Im still paying for what I bought possessing the flight of a pollen fluff finding wind Do you ever set your alarm on a weekend? Does it keep you up at night how much your broken? Attired in your loafers and -loft, better oft as an ex-boyfriend than lovers lost B/c when you ramble and go on your tangent Your looking at yourself in the granite.