I'm sympathetically in love with you.
I'm incidentally intrigued by you.
You say you took the high road,
And then you tried to quit. Can you blame me?

I've got a message and it's killing me;
To keep it all inside enslaved to secrecy.
Perhaps it's not so secret. It's only hard to see;
After all I'm an actor.

No more excuses, I don't want the talk.
Do something constructive; outline yourself with chalk.
And you can only see me when our schedules realign,
When we accidentally bump into each other on the street.

You always say you're choking, well, look above you for the thread.
Let's be fair; you put it there. You made the noose. I just helped it 'round your head.

I can't help you. I'm not sorry.
I can't help you. I'm not sorry.
In the deepest of my heart, I am not sorry.
And I can't believe I loved the way you loved me.
How you loved me.