Reciting poetry with a stuffy nose behind a hip-hop beat. Loneliness runs through the genes, divorce is in our family history that’s why it will never work between you and me.
In my memory, I can hear
Chopin’s nocturnes playing in the background
A slow trainwreck, you’ll close your eyes
But forever hear the sound, and boy it’s tough
‘Cause thats the sound of people falling out of love.