So sorry, I can’t stand the sight of me in your house
Falling apart, love is not a splendored thing at all
I forgot your features in the time
but not the sound of your voice when I walk
Every letters of note that you told me how to do
I took some exelon before being along your side
So sorry, always something there to remind me of how we used to be
Falling apart, this’s nothing I’ve been reminding myself lately
