What time is it, love?
Is it right past bed
Is it going to be loneliness
Where the sheets have bled
What place is this, love?
Is it right past sense
The tick tock of a broken clock
The air heavy with silence
Who are you, love?
Are you right past love
Seen too much, felt too much
Too much for happiness
What do I do, love?
I'm right past return
I needn't, shouldn't love you
I never seem to learn
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