Hard times rest at best but they never pass.
Well, I have promised myself I'll never come back down there
but now, here I am again...
And Ned said "this swamp has always been waiting for us".
We know we can't go through this without getting our hands dirty and stained forever.
If it's the only way I will die here.
Am I asking me again questions built on my perhaps?
Yes I am, and this is making up my sloth, it looks like cleverness.
But I still believe this will never tear me apart
cause I'll always keep on following my heart.
As in every romance I was worried about
the beginning as well as the ending.
But the first time I came in your apartment,
I got scared this time could have been different.
Now I look back at you leaving me in bed with the Kings of Convenience singing in the background "one of us misread".
I sat my head at rest, now it happened again. Nothing's different.
What am I asking for if I don't even consider the answers anymore?
Obsessed with coincidences I'm waiting for my shallow desire of being alone to come back and ruin it all, like everytime at the end of my month.