our love to admire and if lacking'll set to fire and the smoke'll billow high signaling the ending of our time

I'm so sick and tired and the fire's doused out the sky's grey over you and I; it's plain there's no doubt we don't admire each other we only spout scorn for having to adorn our interests and inspirations in clouds of dampened desire for all we try we can't will the fight this lying to each other saying, "I love you" ain't right we must end the pretending

to care so intensely and return to how we were before or move on to spurn for greener pastures await your silence holds no debate you may say in time to pass it was due us by fate but there's no such thing sweetie there's just you and me and our collective disinterest and porous persistence you and I and our love was just the victim of

lust's instance falling for it's disguise of surprise for one another's assistance to be content for a moment, we created fiction; we both sowed it into the seams of our beings that we were meant to be but it towed us under the rip and we slipped into habit and killed it any possibility of pursuing passion eluded us truly whether you acknowledge it now, accept it or regret us we're through