Do you even love me anymore?

How long before time kills us, before my bones turn into dust.

Words that are said and even unsaid, they linger, they stick around.

When the door doesn’t open, aren’t you upset?

With tears that fill my eyes, with thoughts that won’t seem to die.

I can’t stop thinking about the time when we finally spoke.

Words that were nice, words that meant something.

Sure the world still turns round, but when you don’t say

A word to me, my heart crumbles to the ground.

Beyond the sunrises, the sweatshirts, the long cold showers:

Where has the Love gone?