I dont know what but there’s some thing in this song, something I can’t just pass by n I play it n play it n play it n so on…
No More I Love Yous
I used to be lunatic from your precious face
I used to be woebegone and so restless nights.
My aching heart would bleed for you to see.
Oh! But now…
I don’t catch myself bouncing home
Whistling buttonhole tunes to make me cry
No More “I love yous.”
A language is leaving me.
No more “I love yous”.
A language is leaving me exiled.
No more “I love yous”.
Changes are shifting me outside the words.
(The Lover Speaks about the monsters)
I used to have demons in my room at night
Desire, despair, desire, so many monsters,
Oh! But now…
I don’t catch myself bouncing home
Whistling buttonhole tunes to make me cry
No More “I love yous.”
A language is leaving me.
No more “I love yous”.
A language is leaving me exiled.
No more “I love yous”.
Changes are shifting me outside the words.
No more I love yous.
A language is leaving me.